*The Rain Takes Off Her Clothes* is acoustic, jazz-rooted guitar-songs with influence from India and Africa. Its lyrics often spring from poets such as Emily Dickinson and Pablo Neruda. By turns sultry, thoughtful, and funny, *Rain* is toe-tapping and global in its approach, yet distinctly American. From *Rain*’s “I Was a Valley”: I was a valley ‘cause your water let me grow now I’m a dry ravine where before the sea could wind a dry ravine without the water a bed of sand, feeling so thirsty when you passed through me you left your salt behind An album for every listener, *The Rain Takes Off Her Clothes* satisfies our erotic longing, our whimsy, and our deepest heart-searching.