Rain's cool, the moon's cool. This song started as a poem and then became the 4th of a 5 part song series about these mountains. They are on the border of North Carolina and Tennessee. They rule.
lyrics
We held hands in the rain, singing at the clouds
Like on my birthday when we ran through it and took shelter in a lamp store
We held the moon in our pockets, you the light side, I the dark
The clouds took down every word that we said
They're good about that, and they always sing back
And as the drops hit the top of the metal trash cans I hear the chorus:
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