The man looks at a picture and mutters, “I miss us.
Sometimes the ache slips away and goes wherever those things go
But I miss us. I miss who we were at our best and it makes me crazy because I know it is not something that has to be like that. Might be tough, might be complicated but we’re too damn smart and too damn capable to be stopped if we choose not to be.”
Time to raise your hands, close your eyes and move along with the prayers uttered by those with skills and ability to make you feel and see things.
Parched crops dying ‘neath a dead sun
We’ve been praying but no good comes
The dog’s howling, home’s stripped bare
We’ve been worried but now we’re scared
People come for comfort or just to come
Taste the dark sticky potion or hear the drums
Hands raised to Yahweh to bring the rain down
He comes crawlin’ ‘cross the dry fields like a dark shroud
Rainmaker, a little faith for hire
Rainmaker, the house is on fire
Rainmaker, take everything you have
Sometimes folks need to believe in something so bad, so bad, so bad
They’ll hire a rainmaker
Be Your Own Rainmaker- Save Each Other
Man feels the rattle of the roller coaster car clickety-clacking its way up the hill and recognizes what is and what will be, at least in the short term.
Lightning is going to strike for a third time and it will be time to be your own rainmaker and consider whether you wish to save each other.
He says “I can be your own hero and rescue you if you’d let me do it but it would be better if we save each other because that is where the real power lies.
I’ll let you think you are the boss and you’ll let me and we’ll meet in the middle wherever that is.
Rainmaker says white’s black and black’s white
Says night’s day and day’s night
Says close your eyes and go to sleep now
I’m in a burnin’ field unloadin’ buckshot into low clouds
Shades Of Gray
Sometimes you spend so much time living in the shades of gray you forget about the colors around you and beauty of the blackest night lit up by the whitest light.
You see the green of the forest and the changes of the season in the autumn and remember what it is like for fingers to intertwine within yours as you share an experience that cannot be explained or understood by others.
Maybe they’ll hear the tale and learn to accept what is confusing and maybe they won’t hear the stories but know they need to accept the other anyway.
Don’t need a divining rod or to hire a rainmaker to show you what is so obvious it cannot be ignored.
Keep walking with your eyes closed and know the universe will make sure you get smacked in the face and rapped in the shins as it makes an effort to give sight to the blind.
After a while you will or won’t see and life will move again and you’ll have either taken a swing or sat on the bench and watched the world pass you by.