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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Songs of A Day #WOW555

Here’s the contest prompt for this week – now that NaNoWriMo is over… (click the title to head to Wendy’s site)

Contest Prompt

Now that NaNoWriMo is over, how about we take a refreshing break from the stories we’ve been working so hard on. Once you’ve written the draft, it’s always a good idea to let it rest a bit before going back to edit/revise. For this week, let’s take a prompt suggested by Christy Lynn Foster: Describe a day as your favorite color.

So, I got a little whimsical here….enjoy


“That’s right, buddy!” I shouted. “I am smiling at you. You have a great one.” He walked on, without responding other than to keep on singing. I just kept smiling at him, and anyone else who walked by. Some looked up at me, as if they could feel my smile or hear my greetings. They couldn’t, I knew that. Still, I kept smiling – even if they didn’t know the song.

Whitey came along trying to cast a shadow by getting between me and the people. I got a bit perturbed, of course, and started to say something, but he cut me off. “Sky,” he said, “Ain’t nobody down there that can hear you or feel your smile. Get a grip on reality.”

I just kept smiling. Why, when I’m in full force, most people have great days. People go on picnics and look up at me lazily saying things like, “Isn’t this a great day?” When I’m on a roll, kids ride bikes, run, and swim. I am the Sky that everyone wants to see.

Whitey looked like he was getting a bit upset and was turning a bit gray. I decided to kid him a little. “What’s up old man? You’re beginning to cloud up a bit. We gonna have some tears now?” I forgot he didn’t like being called an old man.

He lashed out, trying to hurt me. “You ain’t even blue, you know that, Sky? Your nice white light family gets scattered and you look blue because you have the shortest wave length!”

I started laughing. If I had a dime for every time they told me that, I would be rich! Whitey clouded up some more, blocking me from seeing the people down below. Sparks flew from his eyes and every time they flew out, I laughed so hard that I shook.

“You laugh at me,” he roared, “but some people like me! People like farmers like me,” he spat through his teeth. Whitey got darker and darker as he got madder and madder.

“Hey!” I yelled. “Calm down! You’re going to …” I looked down and saw that it had happened. Whitey blocked me from seeing most of the ground, but what I saw didn’t look too good. People were putting newspapers over their head and running; running for any kind of shelter. They had embraced me. They knew that I smiled at them. Whitey, cried out of anger and frustration and they didn’t like his tears so they ran to shelter so that they could hide from them.

Whitey laughed at that thought. He was happy that now it wasn’t all about me and my smiles. Now, his gray sky would rule all that they could see and no one would see me. I looked at Whitey and shook my head. “You shouldn’t have done that, Whitey,” I said. “Those people were happy and enjoying me. Now, you’ve cried all over them.” I shook my finger at him. “You have given these people the blues.”


with homage to Irving Berlin at the beginning….