Day 88: Barefoot Children in the Rain

 Somewhere along the path, I forgot how to be a child.

When and where the forgetting happened, makes no difference.

The child spirit lives.

The mourning of what ifs is over.

Jimmy Buffet has the right idea.

Barefoot Children in the Rain.

Laughing and singing.

The complexity of simplicity.

How the road meanders and twists.

Mind travels in confusion.

A mouse in a maze with cornered sadness.

Poor little mouse.

Obstacles built to block the turns.

Instead, transform.

Fill maze with happy corners.

Tear down walls.

Wither skeletons.

Shrivel ghosts.

I call upon all children dressed in costumes of grownups.

Who long to dance barefoot in the rain.

Who long to go on Huck Finn’s and Jim’s adventures.

Characters emerge!

No need to hang ’round till judgment day.

No need to fret about getting caught by the grown ups.

No more swinging back and forth between freedom and restriction.

Release ball and chain.

Swing high in child’s land.

Be understood by those who play the game.

Those whom break free.

Show me your dreams and I’ll show you mine.

Show me your hearts’ desires.

The sillier the better!

Show me the days of moonshine—swinging under the moonlight worry free.

Come with me and follow the dreamers.

Build wistful memories.

Fiction over fact.

Sneak off in the night.

A band of traveling robbers.

A secret hide away.

Bounce on a bubble full of trouble.

Carefree and light.

Laugh at the fibbing, stealing, and misbehaving.

It’s all an illusion, anyways.

Barefoot Children In The Rain 1995

Jimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer

Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is Heaven’s ragtime band
We all fell down from the Milky Way
Hangin’ round here till Judgment Day
Heaven only knows who’s in command

Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
We’d be swingin’ on a ball and chain
It’s always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain

Show me yours and I’ll show you mine
Take me back to days full of monkeyshines
Bouncin’ on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun
Keep your raft from the riverboat
Fiction over fact always has my vote
And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been

Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
We’d be swingin’ on a ball and chain
It’s always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain

Barefoot children in the rain

Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is Heaven’s ragtime band
The sky turns blue and the sun appears
But the question’s still what are we doin’ here
I don’t think the answer’s close at hand

Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
We’d be swingin’ on a ball and chain
It’s always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
In the rain…
In the rain…

“The human race has only one really effective weapon and that is laughter.” ~ Mark Twain

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