When it Rains Many fond memories come to mind when I think of my summer home. One particular occasion that comes to mind was late in June of ‘95. The first summer storm I had seen since I arrived back home came roaring in. I had been going through some rough times and I was glad to be at home, safe and free. This summer storm seemed to sum up what I had been going through. …showed first 75 words of 796 total…

…showed last 75 words of 796 total…happen and sometimes I do not know what to expect. After the trouble has come and gone things go back to normal, except there is always a little of it left here and there. This is the impact that the storm had on me. Usually this includes memories, loses, scars, pain, and sorrow. Overall I learned not to make the same mistake twice or how to handle the situation better the next time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**