Woke up in the rain and now the box is soaked Hawk drained into back and throat My eyes they sting My ears begin to ring Ants have left the hill Predicted oh so wrong Evening our home… Evening our home… Evening our home… Evening our home… Through the tickling pane Rotation brings the rain Dreams they bring the rain Licking on my growth the symbol of the era Brief but wise a gift for our labors But now the owl returns Augment with new wisdom Reunion in this cave Owls bring the rain