1.

As the tears fell easy and warm

I was reminded of summer rain

And I thought,

'How happy I would be if they fell from

The Sky.'



2.

As I walk into the night and I am struck. The humid warmth and
residual heat coupled with the feeling of history comprises my
feelings of the South. There is no place like it and no better kind of
summer night. I wish I could wrap the feeling around me like dark
velvet smelling of heat and sounding of cicadas in spanish moss.