Tangled Up in Blue Part. 2

It's been awhile, you're still burning. There were intermittent flames, but it was never quite about to be a conflagration. You've had firefighters for friends; all of them incompetent, bumbling fools. But that's what you think. How can one blame them? I mean who in the world can see eyeball to eyeball with the doing of a Rain God? The Rain God has its rivals too you know, but once you're struck, you will burn. In heaven or in hell, but you will burn!
So I'm burning, looking to put out the fire sometimes, reigniting it at other times. Such is my disposition, such is my plight. What am I to do? My death has been foretold by all and sundry. They mock you, they pity you, they offer to pay for your funeral even. Why should you fade to death? Why don't you burn out in one brilliant blaze of glory they say? Why do you want to go on burning in so inconsequential a manner? The fire was not my doing I say, "I was struck you see". I did not choose to burn, and so I cannot choose to stop burning.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.
There are few people who understand burning in its simple, primordial form. Fire is as basic as it gets on this earth. Controlling fire might be beyond you, but you very well can decide whether it is hell or heaven you're burning in. I chose heaven, and it worked wonders. Not that the simmer changed into a forest fire overnight, far from that. But the Rain God was benevolent, bemused at this heaven you'd created for yourself amidst the carnage, but accepting of the limit of its powers.
How long will this idyllic situation last though? The Gods must be crazy! " Somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good", a la Maria von Trapp, I thought! Of course this was but an illusion. Soon I was brought back to earth with a bang. Back from my fleeting blaze to the slow and steady embers that I was all too familiar with. The Rain God refused to even speak! You will die a slow death like everyone before you, was its proclamation.
It hasn't been summer for a long time now. Winter never came either. It was always autumn. For as long as you can remember it's been autumn. You expect this perennial autumn to continue until you're in a position to take on the Rain God on its own terms." We mortals never did fear taking on the Gods. We've won many a times. We will win again some day." And all of a sudden the autumn became spring. There were birds singing in the trees, people were out in the gardens. The human sound lent it's magical touch to the ears of everyone passing by. Flowers bloomed like never before. Paradise was regained, or maybe it was never lost in the first place. The Rain God had met its match, it wanted to negotiate.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.