By Quakeadelic
Date: 2 January 2001

Awake and rise . . .

I spent the summer working on a small farm after work to help get myself
out of the fog of lost love.  After work and on the weekends I would show
up in my friends driveway to work in the hot sun and escape the bitter 
reality that I just could not deal with.  She left me 5 months prior to 
the day that I rose . . . I climbed to the peak of emotional fulfillment
to know that I am free.  As we worked the field that day fixing fence we
all prayed that it would not rain so we could finish what we had just 
started . . . it was so cloudy and although incredibly hot the rain
was inevitable.  It began to sprinkle and I found myself still working 
listening to the radio in the truck blare a tune that made me spin and 
dance in amazement.  The tune "Sour Girl" could be heard all across the 
straw we stood in and the rain slowly touched my face and began to fall
harder.  We dropped everything and danced as the rain began to pour and 
all I could do was listen . . . listen to the music and the rain.  "She 
turned away what was she looking at?  She was a sour girl the day that she
met me . . ."  I thought about that lost love and how we changed each others
lives so greatly.  How I wished I could share this moment of perfection with
her.  Sometimes the best answers are always the toughest to swallow, I knew 
I had to let go.  I had to keep dancing and just listening while the rain 
continued to fall harder.  The moment we stopped working was the moment I let
go of it all.  I finally felt free as free as the open air and the rain that
continued to fall.  At the end of the song she leaves him as a happy girl
much like mine did.  I took pride in knowing that I changed her and although
she left me for someone else I could walk away knowing I started it all.  
It is the liberation that makes you want to do it all over again . . .