A day without rain November 20, 2008

I stood gazing out of the picture window as Jennifer put the last of the tiny flowers into my hair.  As if on cue, the rain started falling steadily from an already grey sky.  My friend turned me so I couldn’t see the rain.  Remarkably, I wasn’t concerned.  I felt totally at peace.  My mother came flying into the house, dressed in her beautiful dress of champagne lace, assuring me the rain would stop any minute.  Really, I was fine.  No heart palpitations, no pangs of anxiety.  I was the calmest