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 
And 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