One day, sometime, somewhere,
The sky turned from blue to grey,
Except for the flashes of lightning.
One day, sometime, somewhere,
The air changed from joy to silence,
Except for the crashes of thunder.
One drop fell
then another
and another
and another five six eight eleven
until I could not count them anymore
(as I sat inside looking through a window)
my eyes fell from the sky and the clouds and the trees swaying in the wind and soon fell into a river forming in the gutter of my street and the river’s waves carried leaves and branches and my mind away from it’s happiness rushing to wherever it could go and the waves tossed boats and buoys and my mind inside of it’s wake and then a tree fell into my river and stopped the river’s flow but only for a second and i had no control and no idea and no concept of what was happening except to hang on to my tree
(hang on hang on hang on hang on hang on)
eleven eight six five four
three
two
one
it was then my mind returned and my eyes rose to the trees standing still,
as well as the clouds, and the sky.
That day, every time, everywhere,
The air returned to joy,
including the children playing in the puddles.
That day, every time,. everywhere,
The sky returned to blue,
Including the rainbow over the earth.
