When the Rain Ends

by Mary Ellen Taylor

Do not squander time. It is the stuff life is made of. —Benjamin Franklin

Terror hid well behind pleasant expressions, makeup, and killer clothes.

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.

Love, as strong as it might seem, was ultimately delicate. A man could nurture and care for what was his, but he couldn’t predict or protect from rogue storms that blew out of nowhere and destroyed like a bomb cyclone.