Dreaming Of The Houma in Meeting Mr. Jesus Christ

Shhh....can you hear the rain, feel the warm, slightly sticky air, smell the mustiness of the swamp? Among the frog and cricket songs, off in the distance I am lulled by the sound of of good ole' folk music. I imagine myself lying here, quiet, in the dark of the night, listening, relaxing, swatttin' a few skeeters, being in in my quiet place communing with escape from urbania.