rain in Atlanta | the camera pans row upon row of emptied seats, passing quickly over two middle-aged men with umbrellas as if they were inconsequential… tears in Atlanta | having seen your face in a blur as in the dreams that wash over me and still submerge me… sobs in Atlanta | rumble of discontent and echoes of pain draw nearer evermore accompanied by darkening mid-day skies and flashes of white heat electric… storm in Atlanta | love’s fury unleashed topples my resistance like a fishing boat in gale force wind and I am flung upon massive waves of remembrance at the mercy of a grey day that finds me sitting in the stands without protection alone.