Send Down the Rain

by Charles Martin

We would walk the beach, and each day, with each fallen tear, more of the hardship of her life washed away.

It’s called ‘kissing.’ It’s when your lips speak what your heart feels.

There’s a problem with spending your whole life trying to get back to good. Sometimes on the way back, you bump into the bad. And bad doesn’t care. Bad is just bad. It likes it that way. And the bad is always hell-bent on you never getting back to good.

Love rushes in where others won’t. Where the bullets are flying. It stands between. Pours out. Empties itself. It scours the wasteland, returns the pieces that were lost, and it never counts the cost.”