Leo’s heart was dry as that old planter with its dead plants. It had rained in March. Leo thought it marked the end of the drought and Holly came back from her mother’s. Working together on the planter marked a new start.
But no, the dry struck again and she was gone.
They had thought nothing could come between them. They used to sing, “You are my sunshine.” Sunny days are supposed to be happy days.
Listen! What’s that? Thunder. Lightning. Raindrops.
Leo grabbed the phone. “Holly, raindrops keep falling on my head!”
How he loved hearing Holly laugh!
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