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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Sweet! 😀
Thanks. And a good day to you.
A good day to you, Oneta! 🙂
delightful tale of the ups and downs of relationships, well written Oneta 🙂
Thank you.
you most welcome
I like that story! I suppose Holly going back to her mother’s was more or less forced by the drought. Your last line had me smiling broadly; it is cheering when the one you love laughs.
Holly doesn’t have the endurance of her husband. Then again she had a choice, maybe he didn’t have another place to go. Anyway all’s well that ends well. And of course they will be stronger for the next drought. She won’t leave again. 😀
The power of music. I hope they have enough songs to keep them together long enough to find a way back to each other.
Fortunately they liked the same music and played it over and over again. 😀
Sweet piece!
Thank you.