Summer Rain

Lyrics: Monta Music: Monta Screen door clicks, the ceiling fan spins slow Honeysuckle climbing where the wild grapes grow You left your book open on page forty-three And the summer rain came quietly Wet concrete smell through the window screen A tractor somewhere far, a world unseen I traced your name on the dusty glass Wondering if these moments last It’s not the words we never said It’s the sound of rain before it’s gone Summer rain on warm black ground A quiet kind of love that makes no sound You don’t have to promise me forever Just stay here underneath this roof with me right now Fireflies blink like tiny morse code The whole world slows down on this gravel road Your hand touches mine, then pulls away Some things are sweeter when they stay unsaid that way It’s not the ending, it’s the in-between The damp air holding everything Summer rain on warm black ground A quiet kind of love that makes no sound You don’t have to promise me forever Just stay here underneath this roof with me right now And when December comes with all its cold I’ll close my eyes and hear this evening’s gold The rain, the dust, the honeysuckle vine You’ll still be here—you’re in the summer rain sign Summer rain… Screen door clicks again… Somewhere, someone’s playing piano in the dark… And the rain keeps falling Soft as a secret Soft as you