11/19/2012 by syrbal-labrys
No thunder, just rain…sometimes much harder than this. You need not listen to all of it, of course.
And for some reason that I’ve never been able to define?
The sound of heavy rainfall always brings this song back to my mind…perhaps today, more than ever, because this week, I recall the death of John Kennedy, which takes me to the death of his brother Bobby (which shook and shattered me even more) and of Martin Luther King, in that same year.
Oh, if the rain could wash away the sorrow, the pain, the hate, the fear…