Rain Good

Rolling thunder, lightning strikes
Aubade within nature
dreams come to life
the manse at 34th and Elm
the smell of rain flows into the room
memories vivid confluence once more
his smell lingers as if he´s about to enter the door
Salvation, Damnation
pounding within the brain
heterodox views
confession does rule
cleanse the soul
forgive the sinner
perpetuate the family
shhhhhhh......thou won´t say a word
save you from the ties that bind
eyes lowered, uxorious
a must
this paragon of father
salvation saint
release me from the demons
that dwell
prink in white
amongst the verdant i now lay
the water cleanse my soul
forgive the sins of the father
i repeat in my mind
allowing escape if only for a time.