It's Raining in Gerogia written and performed by James Navé

I wrote this poem during our Imaginative Storm Writing Prompt of the Week session. We meet every Saturday, 12-1 PM Eastern Time. It's a terrific gathering of writers. It's free. Join us sometime, won't you? www.imaginativestorm.com It’s Raining in Georgia written and performed by James Navé To whisper requires grace beyond secrets, beyond tender hearts. We've all lost love, dropped into black holes, called out late in the night, “Love me mama.” Warm memories arrive with mosaic questions. I’ve lost love and gain love. Someone wrote a country song once. Sad thing with a small stream running by an old house where two people lived out their lives, no longer bright. Those two were Wilma and Sam along the road that goes to town, where a few stoplights dangle, and an ice cream shop sits beside a newsstand. This couple belongs in a country song. Yes, grace matters, and so do Friday night football games. Wars in the distant past that made the men who live in this town now older than they should be, when they came home young and hoped for love. If you write a country song, include me; add my story to your roster. Make me a small part of something larger, No clowns please. The whispers you hear when you dream belong in this song. Your lost loves belong in this song. Too many times we've wandered alone without the night to call our own, far away from where we belong. Too many times we wandered alone. Include me in your country song. Make a place at the table. When I knock, let me in. By the way, it’s raining in Georgia.