When the Rain Ends

by Mary Ellen Taylor

What-ifs didn’t matter. If Dani had learned anything, it was that the universe didn’t care what she wanted. Like the ocean, it swept in and reshaped the beaches and dunes at will, and it never once considered the destruction in its wake. Dani

Her mind lingered in that odd space between awake and asleep where dreams, regrets, and worries flourished.

How many nights had she lain awake in bed, crying for her mother?

For a second, the weight of grief lifted, and she could pull in a deep breath.

“And then after the sunshine, the rain returns. You can always count on tough times.”

realized healing isn’t just crying and sadness, but it also requires living life and finding joy.” Mom raised her soda can. “To Juniper. We’re glad you’re in our life.” Juniper smiled. “I am blessed to know you both.” Bella