Storm out of nowhere
Stalled out, pulled over
Where was I going anyway?
Where was I going anyway?

Small voice from the corner
Hollers in the thunder
“Whatever weighs on you can wait
Why don’t you come sit and stay?”

Right here, in the downpour
The stillness is an uproar
And it’s calling out, calling out
The water rushes over
I breathe in to come closer
To the stillness now
Calling out to me

Late last summer
Four leaf clover
Was it a secret wish I made?
Was it me calling for the rain?

Been caught upstream
In a trance routine
It’s been waiting for me
The old whisper now
Collected in clouds
Washes me till I’m clean

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words and music by Shannon Curtis
published by Shannon K (ASCAP)
all rights reserved; lyrics reprinted by permission