This Ain't About Rain

acoustic-driven glitch-folk with upright PIANO, CELLO, and sparse, light percussion, Syncopated, Female low-range vocals—raw, broken, talk-sing, clear and front-forward—sit atop a dry, intimate, polished mix—subtle room reverb only; no crackle, no heavy effects; smooth transitions and emotional focus

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***Lyrics by @smokey_the_cat*** ----------------------------------------- This ain't about rain or 'bout keepin' dry So I stroll in the drizzle, whistle an' sigh Like a low-key, muted steam train Tryin' not to arrive My, my... - my, my... My, my, my umbrella Keepin’ me grounded, sane It’s broken - won’t open An’ I don’t mind, it’s what’s left behind Lets me find, every puddle is an ocean This ain’t about rest or 'bout nature’s grace Damp is the sound I need to face My own reflection - a grey, laden cloud Tryin’ not to burst My, my, my umbrella Keepin’ me together, awake It’s broken - won’t open An’ I don’t mind, It’s what’s left behind showin' me, every puddle is a sea This ain't about tears or 'bout nostalgia Dim is the light that makes me hear That voice ridin' time, far and near Holdin' on inside My, my, my umbrella Keepin’ me aware, keen It’s broken - won’t open An’ I don’t mind, it’s what’s left behind real, not fake - every puddle is a lake This ain’t about strength or pushin' through Wet on my skin, melting resolve Letting go of 'lose' or 'win' Just live and be and do My, my, my umbrella Keepin’ me here, now It’s broken - won’t open An’ I don’t mind, it’s what’s left behind Oh, showin' me all the places it's been An’ I don’t mind, it’s what’s left behind showin' me all the places it's been Every puddle is a stream No, I don't mind, 'cause all it has to say Might fall out and wash away

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