A year of summer in the south

But I was still in a desert drought

The days and weeks repeated

Your rain was what I needed

Sun is up and school is out

There wasn’t much to talk about

But how The Word was bleeding

The sidewalks overheating

Tell me now, what drew you in?

The absolution of your sin?

Or just to make your parents proud?

To preach the victim of the crowd

Wide awake and home again

The past is always changing

A year of summer in the south

But I was still in a desert drought

The days and weeks repeated

Your rain was what I needed

written by Benjamin Bradley Reneer