Assigned Song - "Rain for the Roses" sung by: Craig Morgan
“Looks like her ma, don’t she,” Ike said. “They need her more than they
know. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when she arrives. I
think they have given up having anymore children. The boys are ten
after all.”
“Hey, Ike,” Noah called, “time for the little one to go. They are
waiting on her.”
They all watched as the little soul Ike had been carrying vanished.
Teaspoon called to them and they turned. “Got a job for you two, Ike
and Noah can take care of Buck and Lou. I need you two to look after
these two,” he said pointing toward a schoolyard where two boys were
fighting with two other boys. “Seems they don’t have the sense their
parents have. Ya’ll now have the…um…task of watchin’ out for their
offspring…your nephews. Lord, help ya.”
Kid looked at Jimmy and pointed to the identical boys. “You take your
namesake and I’ll take mine, either way looks like it’s going to be a
long time before we get any rest.”
“Yep,” Jimmy replied crossing his arms across his chest. He stood back
and watched as Isaac pulled Noah off of the boy he was fighting with.
“Look at it this way though, in a few years we won’t have it too bad.
If that bundle of joy that’s on its way is anything like her ma, she’ll
make ‘em behave. Though I do feel for any fellas that take a likin’ to
her, I mean between the five of us watchin’ out for her, those two
watchin’ out for her, and Buck and Lou ain’t no fella gonna have a
chance at gettin’ near her.”
A few months later they were watching again as Lou sat on the porch
watching Buck teach their twin sons how to break a horse. She sighed
thinking about how happy she was and how pleased she was at how her
life had turned out. Patting her round belly she said, “Thank you Lord,
for my family, my husband, and my home. Oh, yeah, thank you for rainy
days, too. Please tell my family that is with you I love them.”
Her eyes got wide and she held deathly still, as she felt soft touches
on her cheeks and heard her friends whisper in unison, “He says, you’re
welcome.”
The End
Hum…what inspired this story?
First, the lyrics to the song and then I heard “Help Pour Out the Rain”
by Budd Jewel on the radio on the way home from work and it just
clicked.
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