Do you remember the feeling as a child of waking up to a rainstorm? All the hope and expectation tied up in a day’s adventure disappointed by the storm.  Have you ever been eager to see a friend, hopeful, expectant?  And upon meeting they did not seem quite there.  Or have you ever felt disconnected from your own Soul, wondering where You went?  Just remember the Sun is still there.  Your friend may be weathering a private Storm.  And You are not forsaken.  If you find the rain enjoy it.  There is a quiet power there that has nothing to do with noise.  Settle in.  Rest and listen.

Rain Rain Go Away

Oh, hey it’s You

I was looking for the One I saw before

She was peering out from those very eyes

Where did She go

That is why I came here you know

I thought I might see Her again

Where did She go

Do you know the Way

How far am I to travel to reach Her

She is hidden behind the Masks, giving nothing away

But She is there, somewhere behind those eyes

Still and watching, alone, longing

Longing to Love, to Play, to Live, to be Known

She is shy and tender-hearted

I understand Her reluctance

It is endearing and mediates the Power of Her

So, if you see Her peering at you in the Mirror

Tell Her that I asked where She had gone

And that I will come again another day

To see if She will come out and play

So until She does I will look to the moon

For the moon sees over the Mountains and into the Deep

It watches o’er Us both

The clouds and the rain hides the sun

But I know it’s there still

I feel It’s heat and sense It’s light

Like Her

Hidden there behind those eyes

Rain, rain, go away . . .

Come again another day . . .

Till you do the children can’t play