When the sins of my father
Weigh down in my soul
And the pain of my mother
Will not let me go
Well I know there [bad word] fire from the sky
Till we find the purest of kings
And even though
I know this fire brings me pain
Even so
And just the same

Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Make it rain
Oh make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Make it rain
Make it rain

The seed needs the water
Before it grows out of the ground
But it just keeps on getting hard
And the hunger more profound
Well I know there [bad word] tears from the eye
But they may as well all be in vain
And even though
I know these [bad word] with pain
Even so
And just the same

Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Make it rain
Oh make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Just make it rain
Make it rain

The seas are full of water
Stops by the shore
Just like the riches of grandeur
Oh no, no, never reach the poor
And let the clouds fill with thunderous applause
And let lightning be the veins
And fill the sky with all that they can drop
When it's time
To make a change

Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Make it rain
Oh make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Just make it rain
Make it rain