Someone once explained the phenomenon of cloudbusting to me, but I don’t think I fully grasped it. Even after some online seeking, I still don’t feel like I understand it any better. Usually that prompts further research, deeper dives, or the start of a quest – this time I’m content with the mystery, accepting of the lack of understanding, reconciled to the not fully knowing. That’s a new stance for me, and a refreshing one. Removing mystery never did add anything of value to life’s charming aspects – if anything, it made them less charming. Maybe Kate Bush does a better job of explaining without reducing things to a series of dull facts.
I still dream of Orgonon
I wake up crying
You’re making rain
And you’re just in reach
When you and sleep escape me
You’re like my yo-yo that glowed in the dark
What made it special made it dangerous
So I bury it and forget
But every time it rains, you’re here in my head
Like the sun coming out
Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen
I don’t know when, but just saying it could even make it happen
On top of the world
Looking over the edge
You could see them coming
You looked too small in their big, black car
To be a threat to the men in power
I hid my yo-yo in the garden
I can’t hide you from the government
Oh, God, daddy, I won’t forget
Then again, maybe Kate Bush won’t explain away the riddles, maybe she is only here to posit more questions, raise more doubts, spin more wild stories that go on to spin even more stories from themselves. This song doesn’t even go with our Solid Gold summer theme, but as a wise person once wrote, a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. This post doesn’t really go well with summer either – it’s a bit too somber, a bit too serious, a bit too emblematic of the madness attempting to swirl within my head – though I’m doing my damnedest not to let it take control. There is a mindfulness to that which might be my own way out, if I’m to ever get out of this alive. And who ever really gets out of life alive? In the end, I mean.
‘Cause every time it rains you’re here in my head
Like the sun coming out
Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen
I don’t know when, but just saying it could even make it happen
And every time it rains you’re here in my head
Like the sun coming out
Look, your son’s coming out
Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen
I don’t know when, but just saying it could even make it happen
