WALK THRU THE RAIN
Walk thru the rain with your head uncovered
Rosemary-scented hair dripping on the sidewalk
Dripping on the forest floor
Counting out the misses,
Watching out of sight
Walk thru the rain with your head uncovered
And you won't be afraid of the sun (son)
And you won't be afraid of the Dawn (of the new age)
Be one with the earth
Walk on the mother
A relative of all that is...
written in 1979, Queen Anne's Hill, Seattle WA
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