Those summer rainy days

Why is it that I can still hear the summer rain patter on the top of our trailer roof at night, hear the train rolling down the tracks, out in the distance, rolling outside our little one horse town, and remember falling asleep just because that even we were so bereft, so destitute back in those days when the only book I had to read was my mother’s white leather bound King James version of the New Testament and still, to this day, hear those sounds, and hear those words that comfort me because my mother told me I did not yet know what was true?

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