It starts with a clap of thunder. The smell, the sound of the drops gently dripping in the light rain, or the sound of pounding rain on the old metal overhang on the porch in my backyard when it’s coming down faster than the gutters can wash it away. The thunder as it booms through…
My fathers ghost haunts me.
I look in the mirror and I see him staring back at me.
I am the closest I have ever been to my father when I stare at my reflection.
Where everlasting freedom
Awaits everyone and no one
Time. The slippery serpent had caught up. Its venom that had been working its wonders on my young mind, had finally taken its toll on my grandfathers aging, ailing body.
…those that would add Firm, Solid pieces of Clay, To make Me Strong and Unbreakable