Track 10 of the album Tin Kettle Hours · 2017
The Sound of Rain on the Shed Roof
by Wren Hallett
“I pulled a chair into the shed doorway and recorded the rain as it came down. It felt like the right place to end, listening instead of talking.”
indie folk · field-recording folk · hushed folk · 4:56
Lyrics
I've pulled the old chair to the doorway Of the shed where the flowerpots sleep There's a blanket that smells of the garden And a tin roof that's learning to weep Nobody needs me till evening The kettle can wait on its own So I'll sit with the sound of the water On the roof of this little grey home Rain on the shed roof, tapping out time Telling me nothing is mine to untie Let it come softly, let it come slow I've got a blanket and nowhere to go Rain on the shed roof, steady and small Mending the quiet that's torn in us all There's a trowel gone rusty with promises There's a seed packet curling with age There's a spider who's made her arrangements In the corner, a patient old sage The gutter is singing a low note The barrel is filling up fast And the worries I carried out with me Are loosening, letting go at last Rain on the shed roof, tapping out time Telling me nothing is mine to untie Let it come softly, let it come slow I've got a blanket and nowhere to go Rain on the shed roof, steady and small Mending the quiet that's torn in us all Somewhere a window is lighting Somewhere a door's swinging wide But here in the dry with my knees to my chest I am whole, I am warm, I'm inside The clouds will move on by the morning The puddles will shine in the sun But I'll keep this hour in my pocket Like a pebble, smooth and well done Rain on the shed roof, tapping out time Telling me nothing is mine to untie Let it come softly, let it come slow I've got a blanket and nowhere to go Rain on the shed roof, steady and small Mending the quiet that's torn in us all Rain on the shed roof Steady and small