Journal of a Sabbatical

mishunnan

March 9, 1998

Previous Entry Journal Index Joy Is Like The Rain by Miriam Therese Winter I saw raindrops on my window Joy is like the rain. Laughter runs across my pain Slips away and comes again. Joy is like the rain. I saw clouds upon a mountain Joy is like a cloud; Sometimes silver, sometimes gray, Always sun not far away. Joy is like a cloud. I saw Christ in wind and thunder, Joy is tried by storm. Christ asleep within my boat, whipped by wind, yet still afloat. Joy is tried by storm. I saw raindrops on my window Joy is like the rain. Bit by bit the river grows, Till at once it overflows. Joy is like the rain.	x	x	n	Watching the raindrops gather into rivulets that run down the window pane, I can't get Joy Is Like the Rain out of my head. I keep humming it to myself. I would record myself singing it, but trust me dear readers you do not want to hear me sing. One of a zillion reasons I can no longer function in high-tech, nor write the great American novel has got to be that my brain (what's left of it) is full of fragments of 60's folk Mass hymns along with folk and pop songs, commercial jingles, whatever ... a glimpse inside my brain: How many cookies did Andrew eat? ANdrew8-8000. Boston Gas Heat the only way to beat the Montreal Express I love Bosco, rich and chocolaty...I hate Bosco, rich and chocolaty Mommy puts it in my milk to try and poison me... One man's hands can't break a prison down Two men's hands can't break a prison down But if two and two and fifty make a million We'll see that day come round We'll see that day come round One man's hands can't build a world of peace Two men's hands can't build a world of peace But if two and two and fifty make a million... The answer my friend is blowin'in the wind... 'cause the vandals took the handles And it's off the wall for a double! The rain keeps coming and the radio keeps issuing flood warnings. New rivers are forming in the parking lot. There's white water flowing past the dumpster. Guess I'm not going to make it to the flower show today. I heard on the radio that a sink hole opened up on Storrow Drive. I think I'll stay home with Wilbur and a good book. It is observed by the Indians that every tenth year there is little or no winter, which hath been twice observed of the English: the year of New Plymouth men's arrival was no winter in comparison, and the tenth year after, likewise, when a great company settled themselves in Massachusetts Bay was a very mild season - little frost and less snow - but clear serene weather with few northwest winds... - William Wood, New England's Prospect, 1634 This year has been one of those "little or no winter" years. We had most of our snow early on and we've had mild temperatures most of the winter. I would not describe it as clear and serene because we have had lots of overcast skies and some rain but no huge storms. Today's storm would be termed mishunnan by the Narragannsetts - a great rain.
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