The Rain Was to Blame for Everything

The Rain Was to Blame for Everything

Because of a relentless spring rain, I found myself lost in my car, circling the city instead of facing the truth at home. As the storm intensified, I was forced to confront old wounds in my marriage and fears about my future in a way I never expected. By the end of that night, nothing about my life would be the same, all because I couldn’t face the storm inside—or outside—myself.