When the Weather is Fine

Do something nice when the weather is fine, skip and jump and hop about, raise your voice, throw your hands in the air and begin to shout; run to the top of the mountain and share the good tidings; turn to the east, the west, the north and the south and call out to the people hiding in the bushes inside the big boat to join you on top of the hill; tell them that the weather is fine and it’s time to roll the dice, you will compose a song on top of the hill and when the universe hears it, it will surrender to your will. It will be the song for the world to sing and each country will sing a piece of it, it must be soul searching and captivating and anyone that hears it will have to come out and salute it, they have to make instant peace and repent of their deeds. It will be the song of the ages that will pull people out of the dark and the world will onward march. When the weather is fine, I will tell you what is on my mind. I will take you back in time and show what is divine, I will show you how history unfold and what you can do when the mind is getting old, examine the basement gym and the thread mill in the corner and the boxing gloves hidden underneath the altar, they all have connections and tell the tales of the widow who was silenced and locked away in the convent. When the weather is fine open the curtains wide and put the old mattress outside, pull down the beds and shakeout the dust and bugs that are sucking the blood from your head. When the weather is fine, I will introduce you to my new bride, I will throw a party for everyone on the front lawn and I will bid everyone good by before the break of dawn. Do not look for me if you don’t see me; pray for me as I scale the hills and valleys in search of my destiny. When the weather is fine, we can complete the deal and rebrand the American steel. When the weather is fine we will raise our hands to the sky and bid the pain and suffering goodbye.