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  • I have loved this Grateful Dead song, written by Robert Hunter, from the first time I heard it. I never tire of hearing it. It speaks to me of hope, of life, of connection. For me it is timeless.

    To all of my dear friends in this global storytellers community - especially those of you who are dealing with some really difficult life issues today - you are in my heart this night, and I just want to share with you this heartfelt gift, of a box of rain:

    Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day.
    Maybe the sun is shining, birds are singing,
    No rain is falling from a heavy sky.
    What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
    For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago.

    Walk out of any doorway, feel your way, feel your way like the day before.
    Maybe you'll find direction,
    Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you.
    What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you are sleeping?
    Then please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too.

    Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear to another day,
    Maybe been seen before, through other eyes on other days while going home.
    What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
    It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago.

    Walk into splintered sunlight,
    Inch your way through dead dreams to another land.
    Maybe you're tired and broken,
    Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear

    What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
    A box of rain will ease the pain, and love will see you through.

    Just a box of rain, wind and water
    Believe it if you need it, if you don't, just pass it on
    Sun and shower, wind and rain
    In and out the window like a moth before a flame

    And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there,
    Believe it if you need it, or leave it if you dare.
    And it's just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair;
    Such a long long time to be gone, and a short time to be there.
    ________________________________________________________

    For the short time that we're "there" (here) let the rain soak you through with love, and know that you are not alone.
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