The.Rain.Still.Falls.Up
Head back pressed up against this wall, as I look out the window, today the rain falls up. Stories of men and women paint this week the color hope as some worlds are flipped on their heads. Twenty songs arrived this week but they will be singing a different tune all the way home. Songs in the key of blood spilt from the Mission. Songs in the key of pride from the Castro. Songs in the key of love from the Haight. Songs that showed each of us that houseless and homeless are different things and that these men and women have something that we so desperately need. Tomorrow will be bitter-sweet as the Gates of Gold become the horizon behind us but I shall enjoy the rest of today, because with my head back pressed up against this wall, The.Rain.Still.Falls.Up
-Billy
