Let the Rain Come In William Elliott Whitmore

Open up the door
And let the sound come in
I can hear the owls
And the dogs again
And they sing
And they shout
When the moon is out

Open up a window
And let the storm come in
I need to feel the water
On my skin
And the crops need help
To grow
And this rain's gonna make it so

I can see the setting sun
And I know my days are done
But let it be said
That I got no regrets
And I made good on what I owe
And let it be known
That this places was not my home
That this place was not my home