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|***BIO*** Elaine Drennon Little is a tired, middle-aged musician and and high school chorus teacher. She has previously published in Dead Mule, The Green Tricycle, The Seeker, The Macon Telegraph & News, and Music K-8 Magazine. She lives in Calhoun, Georgia with her husband, daughter, and many once-stray animals. She is currently working on a novel, Dear Mr. Edison, based on the life and times of a high school musician via the eyes of his teacher.|
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|by Elaine Drennon Little|
|Rain, she thought. Have you ever seen the rain? A rainy night in Georgia. I can’t stand the rain. Blue eyes cryin’ in the rain. Cry like a rainstorm, howl like the wind. Acid rain. Purple rain. The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.
I’m gonna love you, come rain or come shine.
Here’s that rainy day. Fire and rain. Don’t rain on my parade. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. A hard rain’s gonna fall. Spring rain, Louisiana rain, mandolin rain. Someone left a cake out in the rain. It NEVER rains in California…..
I think it’s gonna rain today.
She mentally sing-songed the night away, covering every song she’d ever heard about the cold, cold water that fell from the clouds.
She wiped the wet streaks dripping from her face with the backs of her hands.
It’s only the rainwater, she thought.
A nightmarish daydream so real it supplied its own graphics. She didn’t notice the warmth, the salt, or the dry heaves that accompanied her fate.
It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring……..
Blame it on the rain…….
Rain, rain, go away…..Who’ll stop the damned rain?
Lightning flashed across the night sky.
No, she realized, not lightning, but the headlights of a car.
A car turning into her driveway.
She watched as he got out, hurrying to her door. Smiling. She rushed to open the door, matching his kiss as the whole night melted away like cotton candy on her tongue.
I can see clearly now…………