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You came in from the rain
With mud on your shoes
I caught that first breath
Wet soil and bruise
Your hair was a mess
From the wind by the gate
I knew by your face
You were carrying weight
And the porch light shook
On your hands in my hands
Like roots in the dark
Trying to stand
Scent of wet soil
Stays on your coat
Scent of wet soil
Down in my throat
You were the ground
I was the rain
Scent of wet soil
Calling your name
I washed your old shirt
In a cracked tin sink
The water turned brown
Fast as a blink
You laughed through the tears
Said, "I'm still here"
Then you held me close
Like a field in the clear
And the whole room grew
With that honest smell
Like something buried
Finally fell
Scent of wet soil
Stays on your coat
Scent of wet soil
Down in my throat
You were the ground
I was the rain
Scent of wet soil
Calling your name
Take me back there
To the broken fence
To the bent-up gate
And the cold suspense
If I lose my way
Let it lead me home
Back to your arms
Back to the loam
Scent of wet soil
Stays on your coat
Scent of wet soil
Down in my throat
You were the ground
I was the rain
Scent of wet soil
Calling your name
Scent of wet soil
On my skin
Like a first deep breath
Letting in
Scent of wet soil
Scent of wet soil