Hard hard rain

It looks like rain outside.  My husband monitors the seismic activity around the world.  Today I take Sawyer shopping at Woodfield Mall, part of the octave of her birthday.  She*s right, shopping is not my very favorite activity.  But today is special shopping and lunch and more shopping.  I wonder what the mall will be like today.

Memories of the range of churches with which I have been involved come back.  I am a cradle Episcopalian, but come with a variety of church camp experience: Episcopal, Lutheran, Salvation Army, Evangelical.  My husband tells me that Hard Hard Rain is about nuclear fallout... well... maybe it is.  Like a lot of Dylan, it*s in code.  Come to think of it, I have plenty of stories about living through the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Who knew that Bob Dylan

Was hard-wired into my brain?

All the verses to Hard Hard Rain unearthed

From church summer camp days.

I was newer

To playing the guitar.

It was Episcopal Church summer camp.

I only went once.

I preferred the Girl Scout variety.

Dylan was really easy

To play.

I remember the young woman,

Church camp veteran.

 Dylan

Was a favorite.

It never occurred to me

That Hard Hard Rain

Was about Jesus

Coming again.

The End of the World.

Somehow my brain hard-wired it

Into the End of the World section.

A section

Almost empty.

Summer camp,

The Episcopal Church

Was not big on End of the World

Particulars.

After college I got a job

With the Salvation Army,

Went as a leader

To summer camp.

We sang non-Dylan things.

I got more particulars for the end of the world section

In my brain.

Today, however, it is Hard Hard Rain

That comes back.

All the verses.

Early memories.