Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

And where have you been, my darling young one?

I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,

I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highways,

I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,

I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,

I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Lyrics by Bob Dylan

Pictures drawn by Mineopoly on a Friday afternoon.

Somehow I don't think this one is over. There is a lot more rain to come and it is gonna come hard. If 2020 could have any artist to write its legend it would be Bob Dylan. I made a few sketches to "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall".

I will continue more of the song as I have time. When I listened to the song I just felt it but never thought about the images Dylan was throwing out. After drawing the pictures I could get a grasp on where he is coming from.

Some people can write and others prophesy. But looking at the current state of the times and history, Dylan Prophesy's as to what is coming.

"It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall."

Some people say Dylan can't sing. They just don't get Dylan.

If you want more of the song in pictures then let me know and I will make more. If not I will probably forget.