It has not rained since my short release from prison. It did today. And yes, although rain tis rain… tis not today. For my loving daughter Francesca is now by my side. You see, the first rain drop was for me. Yet, each and all that fell after that. Each rain drop that come’th. Could not and could never match a father’s love I have for her.
“Drop by drop the rain drops of love.
My God it knows where to direct.
Upon me oh do drop and fall.
And my love last till the forever end of all.”
BY: George (a father) Martorano