The Rain Song

these are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall

this is the wonder of devotion..i see the torch we all must hold

this is the mystery of the quotient..upon us all a little rain must fall....

It feels like Zeppelin's The Rain Song. You realized the tuning needs to be changed to something different. Something new. Something better for that moment. Then you find the rain song. It's awesome. Seems like the best thing that could happen. The rhythm stirs your soul through and through. You keep listening, keep strumming a thousand times, all the while basking in the heaven where the sun and rain light up your heart. But at the end of the song you're left with that same feeling you so often get when you're left in the wake of great joy. That moment when you realize that you just had the time of your life. And that life from then onward will rarely have such moments for quite some time. And so you go back to the standard tuning.  It still sounds good, for a while. Eventually though you have to look for another tune. Another rain song. But it seldom comes the same easy way. You find it after all. But it comes with a choice. A choice either to leave it all behind, looking for greener pastures or just stick with your old melody. You take the first one, with a heavy heart because it means that only memories of the previous rain song will remain. Because the strings will never catch that tune again. They might sound good, even better maybe. You never know. In times like these, time is your only friend, your only enemy. You keep recalling all the stuff that last rain song was made up of. That last chord, that last drink, that last dinner, that last smile, that last photograph, if only they could last for just a little while longer. It's not leaving your safe cocoon that scares you, it's the feeling of forgetting and being forgotten that does. Time is a wicked old doctor, the best healer they say. When you see it from the future all you can see is that you sang it and then lived on with it, made new memories and let your past go with ease. No matter how difficult it might have been at the moment, from far ahead it must look smooth, as it always has. Still, when you know you are in that moment, it hurts. It hurts to look ahead and it hurts to look behind. You wish you could stop right there, not move at all. Alas the song must go on. After all the pushing and shoving from within, you get ready to move on. And while doing so, you try to relive some of the glory moments of that last song..where you rolled over the floor laughing like a mad man, moved your hips like you'd break dance MJ to death, sang your heart out to the heartless, played till you got more blisters than Hendrix on your fingers, drank the world upside down and smoked the hill up to start a forest fire, all in good company. Great company actually. As put by Stephen King- No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.