SPF: Don’t Blame the Rain

The sky darkened and Julie stood motionless as the rumbling clouds showered nature’s blessing down upon her.

Months of resentment had compelled her to stay indoors when the sky boomed because rainy days had become nothing more but recollections of that wretched day when the car had skidded and the rain sang baby Alice her last lullaby, as an injured Julie cradled her to her final sleep.

Later, a bitter Brad walked out and Julie didn’t stop him, she too blamed herself.

But now, after much weeping and mourning, she’d overcome that bloodsoaked moment. Once again the rain brought back happy memories. Her very first dance as Mrs. Collins, as Brad twirled her under the rainy sky and when the raindrops had tickled Alice’s face.

At first she’d tried blocking out that grisly day completely but then accepted it as part of life’s test and focused on all her smile-filled family memories.

As the last few drops dripped from trembling leaves, Julie felt them tickle her face and tearfully whispered, “Love you my baby.”

“So do I.”

Julie jumped at the sound of a voice behind her and turned to find a drenched Brad, raindrops and tears trickling down his face.

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