Unused Raincoat

My yellow raincoat on the hook

Gives me a funny little look

It thinks we are going out the door

To walk along the ocean shore

You get to rest today my friend

Hanging dry upon the peg

No muddy water on my leg

Until the storm comes to an end

I smooth the plastic sleeve down flat

And pat my water-proof dark hat

Not today, my shiny coat

We are staying in our wooden boat

You get to rest today my friend

Dry and safe inside the hall

While heavy waters start to fall

Until the storm comes to an end

It is nice to own a coat so bright

And leave it hanging out of sight

Knowing that the storm is grand

While we stay warm upon dry land

You get to rest today my friend

Yellow hood so stiff and dry

Watching grey clouds pass on by

Until the storm comes to an end

So stay right there upon the wall

We do not need you after all

Safe and dry, no wind to blow

While the rain falls soft and slow

The alarm rang out at seven ten

I pulled the blanket up again

There is nowhere I have to go

The grey sky puts on a quiet show

We have got nowhere to be today

Pull your thick wool socks up high

Listen to the storm pass by

The day is ours to slip away

I walk softly on the wooden floor

Slide the latch across the front door

Outside someone is rushing fast

I watch the water splash right past

We have got nowhere to be today

Pour two drops of honey in the tea

Curl your legs up close to me

Let the world go on its way

The phone can ring until it stops

I only hear the big rain drops

The calendar is clear and wide

It feels so good to stay inside

We have got nowhere to be today

Watch the water trail the glass

Wait for quiet hours to pass

Nothing left we need to say

So wiggle your toes inside your socks

Ignore the ticking on the clock

The rain is keeping watch outside

We found a lovely place to hide

The sky went dark an hour ago

The heavy clouds are hanging low

I hold a warm cup in my hand

Just like the quiet afternoon planned

There is no reason to complain

Steam is rising off the rim

The quiet room is cozy and dim

We are safe inside from the rain

I see a blue bus driving slow

The yellow headlights softly glow

People duck under their coats

While our little apartment floats

There is no reason to complain

The hot tea warms my thumbs

A gentle thunder slowly comes

We are safe inside from the rain

Cancelled plans are like a present

Sitting here is so very pleasant

No boots to tie, no bus to catch

Just water on the window patch

There is no reason to complain

Take a small sip nice and slow

Watch the traffic down below

We are safe inside from the rain

The mug is warm against my palm

The sound outside is soft and calm

Let it pour for hours more

Right outside our heavy door

A poor guy tries to cross the street

Puddles deep beneath his feet

His red umbrella turns inside out

He stops and laughs without a doubt

It is a blessing in disguise

Watching people dash and sprint

The street has got a shiny glint

Right before our very eyes

A girl in boots goes leaping far

Splash against a parked grey car

She ducked into the bakery store

And shook her jacket at the door

It is a blessing in disguise

They are all wet and running fast

While we watch the storm go past

Right before our very eyes

I turn away and pull the blind

Leave the chilly street behind

It feels like winning some small prize

To stay right here where it is dry

It is a blessing in disguise

The pavement shines like silver glass

We watch the soggy strangers pass

Right before our very eyes

I hope that guy finds a warm dry spot

And buys a coffee nice and hot

We will stay right here inside

Where the weather cannot glide

I picked a book up off the shelf

Decided to keep it to myself

The paper smells of old wood dust

Reading slowly is a must

We have got all afternoon to spare

I turn the corner of the page

The rain is playing on the stage

Sitting in this big armchair

I read three lines and close my eyes

The sky is full of grey surprise

The soft taps on the glass repeat

A rhythm simple and so sweet

We have got all afternoon to spare

A paper bookmark marks the place

Time is moving at a gentle pace

Sitting in this big armchair

No need to finish every chapter

No rush for what is coming after

The story moves as slow as me

Beside a warm fresh cup of tea

We have got all afternoon to spare

The chapter stops at forty two

There is nothing else we have to do

Sitting in this big armchair

The book falls open on my chest

My heavy eyelids rest and rest

The rain keeps reading line by line

And everything is doing fine

Two little drops meet up and slide

Down the window on our side

They race each other to the ledge

And pool along the wooden edge

The weather closed the world today

Lines of water trace the pane

We hear the steady drum of rain

Washing all our cares away

The trees outside are bending low

Dancing in a gentle show

The leaves look brighter washed in green

The cleanest street I have ever seen

The weather closed the world today

Clear tracks run across the glass

Watching lazy minutes pass

Washing all our cares away

Put your palm against the chill

Feel how solid is the sill

Inside it is warm and quiet here

The grey outside is clean and clear

The weather closed the world today

Streamers running down the frame

No two drops look quite the same

Washing all our cares away

Trace the water with your thumb

Listen to the soft rain hum

It slides and drops and disappears

Soft and quiet through the years

My sneakers sit beside the door

Drying on the rug on the floor

They got a little soaked at dawn

Before the heavy rain came on

We do not need to walk out there

The rubber soles are wet and dark

No need to walk through the park

Breathing in the heavy air

I unlaced the muddy strings

Left behind all outside things

Slipped my slippers on my feet

Safe from the downpour on the street

We do not need to walk out there

Let the shoes dry off all day

We have no place to go anyway

Breathing in the heavy air

The doormat catches all the damp

Beside the yellow corner lamp

We leave the weather at the mat

And curl up like a lazy cat

We do not need to walk out there

The sneakers rest upon the tile

We can stay right here a while

Breathing in the heavy air

They can stay right where they land

We do not need a single plan

Drying slowly by the wall

While the heavy raindrops fall

I pulled my jumper past my wrist

A grey day wrapped in heavy mist

You brought a blanket off the bed

And laid it down where I sat my head

This rainy afternoon is ours

I pull the wool over my hand

The sweetest feeling in the land

Passing by the quiet hours

The heater hums a gentle note

You wrap your arms around your coat

We do not even turn the light

The grey outside feels almost right

This rainy afternoon is ours

Soft knit sleeves and warm embrace

Resting in our favourite place

Passing by the quiet hours

The world outside can keep its pace

We found a lovely hiding place

Just soft wool and a gentle breeze

Rattling through the garden trees

This rainy afternoon is ours

Tuck your fingers in the thread

Forget what someone might have said

Passing by the quiet hours

Keep the jumper pulled down long

Listen to the quiet song

Stay right here cozy and deep

While the rain falls down in sleep

The copper kettle starts to sing

A tiny whistle in the ring

The kitchen fills with gentle steam

Like floating in a mid-day dream

It is a good day to stay in

The water boils up nice and hot

Pouring in the ceramic pot

Letting quiet times begin

I splash some milk into the cup

Watch the white swirl fill it up

The window over the sink is fogged

The garden path is waterlogged

It is a good day to stay in

Steam rises high up to the light

Everything feels soft and right

Letting quiet times begin

The rain hits on the kitchen windowpane

We hear the rhythm of the rain

A spoonful of sugar stirred around

The sweetest little indoor sound

It is a good day to stay in

The stove is warm, the kettle hums

Another heavy shower comes

Letting quiet times begin

Click the burner to the off

Hear the gentle thunder cough

Hold the cup with both your hands

Where the steam slowly expands

The ceiling turned a greyish green

The softest light I have ever seen

It bounces off the wet trees out

Without a single shadow about

The dark sky is a lovely gift

Green-grey light across the wall

Watch the heavy raindrops fall

Feel the quiet spirit lift

No glaring sun to hurt your eyes

Just cool grey shades across the skies

It makes the carpet look so deep

A nice place to lay down and sleep

The dark sky is a lovely gift

Soft shadows on the plaster ceiling

What a warm and easy feeling

Feel the quiet spirit lift

We do not need the bright noon sun

When rainy afternoons have won

It dims the room just like a dream

Soft as a bowl of heavy cream

The dark sky is a lovely gift

The room is painted dim and slow

Watching water currents flow

Feel the quiet spirit lift

The green-grey glow begins to fade

Inside the shelter that we made

Lie right back and close your eyes

Underneath the quiet skies

The clock ticks slow upon the wall

It does not seem to care at all

The hours stretch like rubber bands

Across the quiet indoor lands

There is no reason to be fast

The seconds drip like heavy rain

Ticking slow and nice and plain

Making every moment last

I look out at the empty street

No car horns blow, no marching feet

Just steady rhythm on the roof

The weather gives us quiet proof

There is no reason to be fast

The pendulum sways left and right

In the middle of the light

Making every moment last

So put your watch upon the shelf

Give the day unto yourself

When it rains, time turns around

Softened by the misty sound

There is no reason to be fast

The round clock moves at its own pace

In this calm and simple space

Making every moment last

Tick and tock and rain drops fall

Shadows lengthen on the wall

No place to be, no train to catch

Just water on the garden patch

I opened up the window crack

An inch or two and pulled it back

The cool air rushed into the room

And blew away the indoor gloom

The rain smells sweeter than a flower

Wet stone and earth along the street

A cool dark breeze so fresh and sweet

In the middle of the shower

The concrete driveway shines like tin

The garden lets the water in

I take a long and steady breath

And feel the house relax its depth

The rain smells sweeter than a flower

Moist bricks outside the kitchen window

Watch the damp air gently blow

In the middle of the shower

It smells like summer coming down

Washing off the dusty town

Hold the sill and feel the air

Nothing else can quite compare

The rain smells sweeter than a flower

Fresh clean earth and soaking stone

Best weather that I have ever known

In the middle of the shower

I close the window almost tight

Keeping in the cool grey light

The smell of wet stone stays right here

So fresh and sweet and clean and clear

The radio on the kitchen shelf

Is singing quietly to itself

A gentle horn, a soft bass line

Matches up with the rain design

It is a cozy sound today

Soft music through the static hum

Listening to the rain drops come

Let the music softly play

The announcer speaks in tones so low

About the rain that started slow

He says it will last through the night

And that sounds wonderfully right

It is a cozy sound today

A saxophone behind the shower

Playing through the afternoon hour

Let the music softly play

We turn the knob just half a turn

We have got no urgent things to learn

Just static, brass, and heavy drops

Until the storm decided stops

It is a cozy sound today

The small speaker glows with red

Matching thoughts inside my head

Let the music softly play

The trumpet plays a final note

While heavy clouds above us float

Keep the music soft and low

As the rainy hours go

Up on the porch tin roof above

Is the only sound I am thinking of

A thousand tiny silver drums

Before the heavy thunder comes

The best song in the world is here

Tapping on the metal sheets

Echoing down quiet streets

Music for a peaceful ear

It rattles fast then slows down quick

A drumming pattern soft and thick

I stretch my legs upon the chair

Without a single work or care

The best song in the world is here

Water hitting iron plates

While the busy real world waits

Music for a peaceful ear

No orchestra could play this sound

When rain comes splashing on the ground

It fills the attic with a hum

A steady rhythm on a drum

The best song in the world is here

Metallic taps that never stop

Every single heavy drop

Music for a peaceful ear

So let the roof take every beat

While we stay warm and off the street

A gentle concert overhead

While we rest upon the bed

The grey outside turns into night

I click the little table light

A yellow circle on the floor

As darkness settles at the door

The day was long and slow and sweet

A warm lamp in a darkened room

Safe inside from evening gloom

Tucked away from every street

The rain is softer now than midday

Just washing mist across the way

The city lights reflect and shine

In silver ribbons down the line

The day was long and slow and sweet

Yellow light upon the rug

Holding tight a heavy mug

Tucked away from every street

We spent the whole day doing naught

No wild ideas, no heavy thought

Just rain and light and quiet space

Inside our warm and gentle place

The day was long and slow and sweet

Shade of paper, bulb of gold

Stories that were never told

Tucked away from every street

The lamp burns warm, the day is done

Without a single ray of sun

The rain goes on into the dark

Leaving its contented mark

My chamomile tea is getting cold

The evening is a quiet gold

The rain has turned to gentle drops

Before the midnight weather stops

I move much slower than before

The cup is sitting on the tray

We made it through a rainy day

Behind a quiet wooden door

I stretch my fingers in the dark

Listen to the distant park

Everything is calm and still

Upon the wooden windowsill

I move much slower than before

Half a cup left to the side

Nothing left we need to hide

Behind a quiet wooden door

The day was kind to let us stay

And sweep our busy plans away

I take a breath and close my eyes

Underneath the quiet skies

I move much slower than before

Leaves are dripping in the yard

Breathing soft and not too hard

Behind a quiet wooden door

The last drop hits the glass outside

The world is peaceful far and wide

We move much slower than before

And sleep comes knocking at the door