Georgia Rain
Nothing compares to Georgia Rain It is raining again I feel the rain drops cool and climatic on my skin similar to your touch I can feel you even when you are gone your touch lingers on because it is intertwined with your unique fragrance your scent is so familiar like the honey dew after the rain like the muscadines flowing on the vine like the earthy sip of Georgia Moonshine Wine It is an acquired thing that only you bring I know the tone of your voice I know the strength of your storm I hear the rain as it moves with the wind It is like the sound you make when you whisper in my ear It is a ticklish and erotic sort of feeling when that rain is near I know the height of your devastation I have walked with you on the rainy path like the Georgia Rain it is a mix of dirt and asphalt a mix of flowers and leaves a mix of pine cones and four- leaf clovers a mix of peaches and melons a mix of grits and gravy a taste you will only find in the flurry ...