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[Verse 1]
Five acres of sand and scrub
Tin roof, lean-to, rusted truck
Mountains painted purple far away
Dust on my boots, but I kinda like it that way
Daisy May snoring on the porch step
Lucy by the fence in a low crouch set
Jack rabbit darts and they both give chase
Till the heat folds back and the sky turns gray
[Chorus]
Monsoon over five acres
Rolling in across that desert floor
Bring that sweet dark sky, save us
We been praying for this storm
Let it drum on the old tin trailer
Cool this red-hot August pain
Out here I feel rich in acres
When the clouds break open with the rain
[Verse 2]
Propane fridge, coffee on a blue flame
Mailbox leaning with my last name
Solar hums soft, just enough light
To read by the window in the dead quiet night
Air so dry it cracks your laughter
Road so long it swallows past lives after
But when that first wind hits my face
I smell wet dirt and I taste grace
[Chorus]
Monsoon over five acres
Rolling in across that desert floor
Bring that sweet dark sky, save us
We been praying for this storm
Let it drum on the old tin trailer
Cool this red-hot August pain
Out here I feel rich in acres
When the clouds break open with the rain
[Bridge]
Stars bright as porch-light halos
Most nights they never fade
Tonight they blink, then disappear
Behind a moving wall of gray
I hold my breath, then let it out
As thunder calls my name (ohhh)
This off-grid heart feels plugged right in
To every hard-won drop of rain
[Chorus]
Monsoon over five acres
Rolling in across that desert floor
Bring that sweet dark sky, save us
We been praying for this storm
Let it drum on the old tin trailer
Cool this red-hot August pain
Out here I feel rich in acres
When the clouds break open with the rain
When the clouds break open with the rain
Details
GeneratedMar 25, 2026
Duration3:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Warm modern country with female vocals; gentle acoustic guitar and brushed snare in the verses, chorus opens with wide steel guitar swells and stacked harmonies. Steady mid-tempo groove that blooms when the rain hits, subtle organ pads under the hook, intimate storytelling up front then a lifted, anthemic singalong by the final chorus., bright
Credits
Prompt byHeavyPilot296
ModelAria v5
Prompt
female country Arizona off grid five acres in the desert mountains in the distance monsoons coming with the rain we need daisy may and Lucy dog chasing those jack rabbits stars bright in the night
