Let the rain of heaven,
Come now and fall.
For this ground so dry,
Is beginning to call.

Open your windows,
And go out to the field.
For though this lands been dry,
It's preparing a yield.

A harvest is coming,
From this dry hard ground.
Seeds once lost,
Shall now be found.

Rain is coming,
Can you smell it in the air?
For this rain that's coming,
Is an answer to prayer.