Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
Allie, I’m reaching out, I’m reaching out.
Here, Allie, hold. Hold my sinful hand.
My darling...
It’s more quiet than I’ve ever known
No cat stirs, wasp or fly.
At least for a while...
