I’VE SEEN THE RAIN FALLING DOWN ON A SUNNY DAY
I’VE SEEN THE RAIN FALLING DOWN ON A SUNNY DAY
I’VE SEEN THE RAIN FALLING DOWN ON A SUNNY DAY
and when the wet hit the deck in spattered drizzle I squinted to look up towards the blinding Son; en-veloped in loose blankets of airy white to smile and thank The Lord for an answered prayer, but as I wince…well was it?
Sitting cross legged in back of scattered ash tray left behinds layed flat over gold-woven-weaven carpet; my smoke trails wander as I wonder and I notice (and hope to believe) that believing my plea to be answered was and is just as good as it not being.
Whatever that prayer actually was, I believe this was better-As far as I’m concerned I believe God answered John Fogerty-Though it rains, it never pours as it ought-at least not what we deserve-death&hades (imminently) -No when it rains, it’s much sunnier than we would like to believe and the life we live like vapor trails much more fantastically than we are aware at present, even brighter than at the first drag after spark…we are basking in the sun as our trouble dribbles sweat from white clouds wet never drowning us
again
(though they should)
