Wet morning

By Nicholas Hooper

Sometimes it’s soggy going down to my shed
The drip, drip of rain falling down on my head
The patter of drizzle, the squish, squish of mud
A song comes to mind about cooling the blood

I’d rather have crispy and crunchy frost grass
Than slipping and sliding, might fall on my arse
My specs are all speckled, my knees are all damp
Thank god for my cosy shed, carpet and lamp

So feeling quite soggy both inside and out
I’ll start with a tune now before you can shout
‘Jack Robinson’ or make a joke about rain
I just hope it’s drier when I go up again.



About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”

— Nick Hooper