My grandparents had this old shed in their back garden. It had a tin roof. And when it rained there was no better place to be than inside that shed. The sound of rain beating down on tin is hard to beat. And oh, the smell of the earth, the red dusty clay of our neighborhood, when the rain started to fall after a dry spell. It was as if the dirt was saying 'thank you, thank you, thank you'. I think many of us are wandering around, a bit lost in some desert experience. And so in this podcast I sing bits and pieces of my song 'I Can Hear the Rain'... I break down the song, with a conversation about the writing of it.. a little minstrel wisdom about escaping the desert in search of rain and, a bit of songwriting chatter thrown in for good measure.