In A Field Not Too Far From Home

If not for the rains

falling, falling...

Down the limbs sagging

Below the darkened clouds

If not for the rains

falling, falling...

On the slick leaves of hope

From the rains and humidity

If I had not been under such asylum

For countless minutes unremitting

Listening to the drumming

falling, falling...

If my heart were not beating

If my eyes did not see

If only the clouds would part

Taking the rains with them

Like an adult hand and a child

Yes, if I had not been under such asylum

And the leaves of hope

falling, falling...

Then I would be dry to the bone

Across the field, home

Passing unharmed and shrouded,

But for the incessant downpour

falling, falling...

I will make the trip unscathed

In a field not too far from home