The Memory of Rain Quotes

“It was raining hard the evening Holly died. One of those summer rains that seem to come from nowhere and catch all but the most compulsively weather-conscious off guard. She was beautiful, Holly, and much too good for me by a long stretch. Big soulful eyes. A beautiful face framed in a flowing mane of brunette hair that would lift along the edges at the slightest breeze. Full soft lips that conveyed warmth and sunshine when she smiled, and tender sensuality when they brushed across mine in the quiet darkness of our bedroom. It is no exaggeration to say that I worshiped the ground my wife walked on — perhaps less secretly than would have been wise had it been any woman but Holly. For whatever reason, she adored me, and ours was a mutual admiration society. She thought me the finest man who’d ever walked this earth, and could not imagine going through life with anyone other than me. I thought the world a better place for her being in it, and each time she rose from our tangled sheets to dress in the morning, I was certain birds began to sing songs of joy simply because she was awake.”
― Bobby Underwood, The Memory of Rain

“For months afterward I was numb, almost paralyzed from the shock. I was some emotionless automaton, speaking and answering questions and working, never feeling. My heart was empty.”
― Bobby Underwood, The Memory of Rain

“It did rain again, of course, but never the same strange rain as that night. I slept scant hours each night, and then only from utter exhaustion. I fought sleep, because it was my enemy. I knew I would never forgive myself if the moment I nodded off turned out to be the precise moment the special rain began falling.”
― Bobby Underwood, The Memory of Rain