Come Rain, Come Shine Page 27
by Anne Doughty
‘So here we go, my love,’ she said softly. ‘Shouldn’t the dark clouds open and the sun pour down and The End rise up on the screen in large letters?’
He laughed. ‘But it’s not the end, is it? It’s the beginning of whatever comes next. Us together, making another life. Like we used to say, Come rain, come shine.’
