Mike Keating - Cowls lyrics

Rain mutters ptt ptt ptt as it bounces And shhh, shhh, as it shtreaks and shrooms Carting dust, caressing and cleansing the path. A great joy, a rich, aerated joy Is dancing with rain, rolling in loam, Naked, unshielded. Adult, I wear my solid chemical shell To approach rain. And the rain hits, rebounds Pick pick pitter pitter, spitting. At my coat. The chop, chop chop of propeller blades Barely tickles the green depth Inside a tent, with thup thup thup on canvas. A tight packed bundle of seven cubs at ten of the morning, Cool breeze strolling through the tent like Lord Emsworth, Was the best part of camp. No need to fake enjoyment in the hike or games But free to hear clear, over drp drp drp, An old world washed wakeful. Birdsong unafraid, natural with unpretence, Letting flow their own flow And when the rain had said its say Water having caressed the dust away, The wet would smell cool and clean The surface cleansed. Slltt slltt slllt against plastic. The best of times have always been when one knows no time When one with the warming rain, clothed in life's cloth. Cloth that accepts both sun and rain. Unclothed we share with rain, bind to the world. Unseparate again. Clothes are cowls that mark us human, Not divine.