Hour of not Quite Rain Bm E Bm E Bm A Bm In the hour of not quite rain G D When the fog was finger tip high Bm E Bm E Bm E D The moon hung suspended in a singular sky Bm E Bm E Bm G C F /E /D F#m Bm Deeply and beyond seeing, F#m Bm Not wishing to intrude E F#m Bm Bathed in its own reflection A Bm E Bm E The water mirrored the moon The tumbling birds have now sobered From the leaves of their nursery Like shadowy, quiet children watching sleeply by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com