The Rain – #WOW555

So, here was the prompt:  Choose whatever kind of story you want to tell, but show us a moment of growth.

For some reason my mind went back to an old story called “The Time it Never Rained” about life in West Texas in the ’50’s. The growth in this story is both physical, spiritual and emotional. It’s a little more traditional or old-fashioned than I’m used to. I hope you enjoy it.

The Rain

Jake kicked at the scrabbled dirt as he stepped off the porch. He had worked and saved to buy this farm. It had been his dream ever since he was a young boy. There was just something about working the land that he loved. He had taken every odd job he could to put money aside for this farm even when he was young. Louise had sacrificed alongside him once they got married. She knew his dream and supported it. They had eaten so much beans and rice so they could save enough money for the down payment that their only variety was when they had rice and beans. But she loved him and his dream. He loved her. It was a love story that had overcome all kinds of problems. Then finally, they had scraped together enough of a down payment to buy this plot of land.

“Some dream,” Jake thought to himself with a sigh. “Six months without rain and we ain’t seen a thing growing.”

Louise came up behind him, startling him with her touch. “I prayed hard, today, Jake. We’re gonna get some rain. Just you wait. It’s coming tonight.”

Jake looked at the setting sun. It was red. There’d be no rain. He knew that. How could he dampen the faith of this amazing woman though? Her faith in God, her faith in him kept her going. “Sure, Louise. I bet you prayed real good. I just hope God wasn’t too busy to listen.” He smiled in spite of his distress.

She glared at him. “Jake, don’t you dare lose your faith. I know what they say about the sun. I don’t care about that!” She softened a bit. “God let me know that it was going to rain tonight.”

He loved this woman and her fierce faith. “He didn’t tell me, hon, and if it doesn’t rain by Saturday, our dream is gone. We can’t afford to irrigate and we won’t grow any crops without the rain.” Tears stung his eyes. “I sure hope you’re right, though. I’d hate to give up on this dream.”

“Tonight, Jake, or I’ll make the for sale signs. God put us in this place. I think He wants us to keep it.”

Jake smiled. “Let’s eat, hon. One way or t’other, tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.”

They walked up the steps together. Louise went through the door first. Jake, looked back over his shoulder and shook his head.

________________

Jake woke up with a start. “What was that…” he began and then stopped suddenly. “Oh great,” he said softly, not wanting to wake Louise. “I can’t believe that the roof leaks.” He wiped a big drop of water from his face. He started to close his eyes and go back to bed. Then he sat up and smiled. “The roof leaks,” he repeated with a trace of giddiness. He got out of bed and walked to the window. The rain was pounding on the roof and he savored each drop as he watched it out the window. Louise had been right and now the crops would grow. They had a fighting chance to keep their dream alive.

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