My Father’s Rain



Make the rain

touch his soul.

Water down

the anger.


Thunder booms

in the skies

where the dark

filters out

any light.


Falling drops

find his heart.

Simmer down

the monster.


*I had a dream about my dad last night. I can’t remember the particulars. I just remember he was there. My father had anger issues, but when he told his jokes and laughed, the clouds would clear, and it would be warm again.

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      • You know, I almost said that. But they might have also beaten one another senseless; and then they’d gotten along well afterwards; your dad sounds like he was a good man.

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      • Lmao! You’re probably right. He was a good man, Oggy! It was hard getting close to him, but he was an incredible provider, faithful husband to mom and had such a wit that would slice anyone in half (very, very sharp!)….I could go on and on. I still miss him; I think that never leaves. From your stories, I can tell your dad was a good man, as well. Thank you so much! xo

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