It’s Gonna Rain
It started as a trickle
Northwest pitter pat can’t get
you wet
it discovered the notion of velocity
scared of sacred rain the contents continents yet to span.
Flexed its thunder muscles rain
equivalent of bone & sinew
they all stand outside in rain and don’t get wet.
Perfected the texture of gray
aped the patience of glacier white
so slight at first
a pitter patter can’t get you wet.
Mixed in the passion of brown the
wisdom of red and yellow
the fire hides underneath the blue black background of a wall
of uncommon stars.
The slight pitter patter picked
up the procreant urge
married it to velocity (in his dream he saw the guns melted
into a statue honoring the peacemakers might have been
King, might have been Gandhi,
maybe Mother Theresa, maybe
the mother who refused to send her son into one more war)
became a down pour.
Became rainbows of agonies broke
up into actions sacred and intense radiating
a field of resonance no politician could finger or market to a
thunderstorm.
Zeus in the guise of one mother
saying no two mothers two thousand heartbeats
and downpours no longer a pitter no longer a trickle now a bona
fide storm wet
& juicy just like the future,
just like a promise of Gaia we remember as our birthright
and he said it’s better
to live one day as a lion than a lifetime as a sheep and we heed the call.
The call that
starts as a trickle. Another
Rosa Parks moment. Years of organizing start in the drizzle.
Sacred rain some are scared of. Sacred rain can’t get you wet yet every
journey starts with one step.
One small step for a human and
Jump Time for a species back into the garden. The garden you & I
were promised before we were born. Karma Due Time Time of GREAT VELOCITY Time to
honor the Ancestors Time of the Sacred White Buffalo Time of the end of the Prophecies
of the DIVINE FEMININE Liberation Time DREAMTIME the plunge into the Photon Band
the Time of light Time of great entropy & the death of all d y i n g s y s t e m s.
It’s gonna rain…It’s gonna rain… It’s gonna rain… It’s gonna rain… It’s gonna rain… It’s gonna rain…
Paul Nelson,