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It started raining just as I dropped her off at her car The sun was on the cusp of rising and it was still cool from the late winter But the days were now warming in the spring time She walked half way to the car then turned around looked at me and smiled Then ran back to my window as I rolled it down For her to stick her head in and kiss me one more time Then ran back in the rain to her car ,get in,and drive off I sat there for a time and the rain started to drizzle into my opened window Sitting at the parking lot in the southern touch ,thinking As far as I'm concerned it was the last time I ever saw her On the drive out to the funeral to bury my gran'daddy at the candle snow Growing up in North Alabama is seldom snow Sometimes a couple of year would go by Sometimes it might snow twice in a season But it was still a novelty The sky was as gray as an open chord and as plain as the fog in black and white My gran'daddy always liked snow and somehow I did too The drive was out the old savannah highway which was still two lane then We wind around dead man's curve Where that lady from the sundine bread wrapper was killed in the head on Back when I was little Out past our family's farm to the little methodist church Where once upon a time my grandmother had gone to sunday school The same humble structure that witnessed their marriage for 42 years And just a few years ago I'd gone to Youth group Letras de cancionesAnd met that this new foundation camp outs,hail rides and lock ins Maybe I thought about that sad snowy morning in burying my gran'daddy Thus few years later, as I drove home in the rain Home to my fiancee's bed just a few weeks sky of getting married With the taste of an old high school sweet heart lingering on my lips and fingers And the rain started pouring down Out of the sky like a wonderful wrath from God The God who might smite me even if I turned from his grasp,shine and embrace I was plooting an escape that I was still a few years away from having the guts to pull off Years later that realization became a personal hell that followed my around for a while And then did to many more You can only carry hell around so long before it gets to be a drag From Letras Mania