[Intro — Rain on thatch, soft accordion] [Barnacle — Male whispered speech] Blackwater Broadcast. Nobody move. [Tack — Male spoken] Is it another monster? [Mara — Female spoken] We're watching a bucket. [Verse 1 — Barnacle, male lead] First rain since we closed the roof, Four faces turned that way. Brine had one eye on the ceiling, Tack had very little to say. One whole verse and not a drip, Mara checked the corner through. The tin sat empty underneath— It didn't know what to do. [Chorus — Mara lead; crew responses] The bucket's out of work! [Crew] Not a drop, not a drop! [Mara] We can hear the rain above us, But it isn't on the book. Let the fiddle have the rhythm, Let the weather stay outside— There's a dry little song in Titans Maw, Come and spend a while inside! [Verse 2 — Tack, male tenor] I checked the corner, checked the floor, Kept my wings clear of the shelf. Barnacle said, “Forever waterproof!” [Mara — Female spoken] Don't get ahead of yourself. [Captain Brine — Male bass] I could sell the bucket tickets. Best dry seat in the room. [Mara] Or leave it where it is. [Captain Brine] You have a gift for killing commerce. [Instrumental — Sixteen-bar fiddle solo] [Rain eases beneath the music] [Bridge — Mara, softer female lead] When the shower finally passed, I ran the check once more. Dry above the ledger, No new water on the floor. Not a promise for all weather, Not a palace by the sea— Just a roof we worked on together Doing what a roof should be. [Final Chorus — Mara lead; full crew] The bucket's out of work! [Crew] Let it rest, let it rest! [Mara] No more counting drops between us, No more shifting round the desk. There's still plenty left to deal with, But we'll take this little win— Blackwater's got a dry first chorus, And we're singing it again! [Outro — Accordion fades] [Barnacle — Male spoken] First shower passed. Roof held. [Tack — Male tenor] Crossing? [Mara — Female spoken] Still closed. Old accounts? [Captain Brine — Male bass] I preferred the rain. [End]
