Born in a dry season,
Wind and sand have blown through me,
Haven't found shade anywhere, only moments of relief,
But sometimes I think I hear the thunder somewhere on the horizon line,
If I could just find a way to get under the rain that can reach this soul of mine.

I pray for rain to come, and wash away what has made me numb,
And I pray for a raging storm to drown this in me,
And the rain comes in the nick of time,
I swallow hard 'cause my throat's been dry,
The rain comes, beating on my skin 'til I'm washed away,
Nothing left within when your rain comes,
Your rain comes.

Seasons have passed so quickly since I felt that first big storm,
But still there have been times of drought when I've prayed for the clouds to form,
And I often hear the thunder, and I know of it's coming rain,
Many times in my life I'll kneel under the moving showers that brought this change.

I pray for rain to come, and wash away what has made me numb,
And I pray for a raging storm to drown this in me,
And the rain comes in the nick of time,
I swallow hard 'cause my throat's been dry,
The rain comes, beating on my skin 'til I'm washed away,
Nothing left within when your rain comes,
Your rain comes.

I pray for rain to come, and wash away what'll make me numb,
And I pray for a raging storm to drown this in me,
And the rain comes in the nick of time,
I swallow hard 'cause my throat's been dry,
The rain comes, beating on my skin 'til I'm washed away,
Nothing left within when your rain comes,
Your rain comes,
And the rain comes in the nick of time,
I swallow hard 'cause my throat's been dry,
The rain comes, beating on my skin 'til I'm washed away,
Nothing left within when your rain comes,
Your rain comes.

Your rain comes,
Your rain comes,
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