Rainy Daze: Rain Bow: After The Rainy Daze

By Urania Duncan

This is the edgy true-life story of a girl named, Rainy. Her story begins on the murderous streets of Baltimore shielded by religious parents until at the young age of ten her world is turned upside down by the sudden illness and sad death of her mother. Unable to cope with the pain of never seeing her mom again, she turns to drugs and a life on the streets where there is no love.  Unfortunately, she is raped, abused, and almost killed. In a strange turn of events, Rainy is somehow able to escape the perils that plagued Baltimore and moves to North Carolina. Nonetheless, she is faced with a set of new challenges and the death of her eight-year-old son.  After years of pain, she returns to her first love- the love of God finally able to overcome the pains of the past and change for the better. Witness the miraculous testimony and life's journey of a lost girl that was saved by love. Follow this amazing story of faith, hope, and love in the action-packed drama of Rainy Daze.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rain Bow
• Release date: Feb 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201391898

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This book is dedicated to my beautiful children: Antonio,

Aaron, Avery, Aubrey (may you continue to sleep in peace), Lar’Na, Amarie, Ahjay, Jaymi, and Jayla. I love you guys with everything in me and without each of you, I wouldn't have wanted to be anything.

A big thank you to my parents for training me up the way a child should go. I'm thankful for all those God placed in my life that encouraged me and loved me through my flaws. You know who you are. There are too many of you to name. I don't want to leave anybody out. Just know, I love all of you.

~ Introduction ~

Then he said unto him, My son, you have always been with me, and all the things that are mines are yours. But we just had to celebrate and rejoice, for your brother was dead but has come to life; he was lost and has been found.

Luke 15:31-32 The prodigal son returns.  

Based on a true story

~ THE FUNERAL ~

1

I rushed through the door after school to tell Mom about my day. We learned a new song in choir rehearsal and I knew she would like it. Most days she greeted me with a smile, eager to hear about my day at school. Today, Mom and Dad were waiting for me on the couch, with sad looks on their faces. I suddenly feel nervous.

Hey, momma. Hey daddy.

We need to talk.  Mom said.

As you know Mom had to go to the doctors today... we found out that it was more serious than we thought. Dad continued.

He wiped his eyes with his handkerchief. It was the first time I'd seen Dad cry. Mom cried too.

Is Mom gonna be okay?

We found out she has cancer. 

Huh? Cancer?

Yes, baby... cancer. She may have to stay in the hospital for a while, but Mom is going to be okay. We prayed about this. God is going to bring us through. Dad said.

Mom was a fighter and if anyone could beat this, she could. She was a beautiful person inside and out. Her character was the epitome of what a loving woman should be. How could something like this happen to her?

Mom stayed in and out of the hospital getting treatments to cure the disease. Sometimes she stayed for weeks at a time. In such a short period, she lost a lot of weight and all of her hair. It was heartbreaking to see Mom like this. 

Everything will be alright.

Just keep praying, They said. 

I prayed and I prayed.  I couldn't imagine what my life would be like without her. However, she kept getting sicker.

We went to the hospital almost every day that mom was in there. On the way to the hospital, dad would tell Jason, Daniel, and me silly jokes to ease our nerves.

There was a white man, black man, and Chinese man,  Dad would begin all his jokes that way. Somehow he managed to come up with a different one each time. I liked the one with the little boy in the closet. It was scary and funny at the same time. 

Dad took us to our favorite restaurant, McDonald’s before we went to see mom. When we arrived at the hospital, mom looked extremely tired, and pale. She could barely keep her eyes open. There were a lot of beeping noises coming from the machines. The nurses ran in and out to check on mom. We had to leave early. I no longer wanted to eat my burger and fries. I didn't get a chance to tell her how much I loved her.  That was the last time I saw her. 

The next day, it was Martin Luther King’s birthday and Dad took us to Aunt Renee's while he went to see Mom. He didn't want a repeat of the last time. When dad arrived to pick us up, he didn't seem like himself and he didn't say a word. 

Are we going to see Mom, I said to start a conversation.

Not today baby girl, He replied.

He didn't look at us during the ride and remained silent. He just stared straight ahead at the road the entire ride home. I could feel that something was wrong. Pulling up to the house, there were more cars parked outside than usual. Nothing in this world could have ever prepared me for what happened next. My life would never be the same. All of our family were waiting in the living room when we got inside. Dad took us to his bedroom and closed the door. 

As you know Mom has been very sick, Dad began.

Daniel and I burst into tears. He didn't have to finish. I already knew she was gone. 

The day of the funeral was cloudy and raining. The heart-wrenching sound of people crying was in the background. I stared at her from the pews, with tears running down my face. I could see that she was dressed in all white. She didn't look like herself, like the beautiful loving woman who raised me. She laid there stiff as a mannequin. The life was gone from her body. She had on a ton of makeup. I could hardly recognize her.

There was no way, I was going to go up to that casket. I couldn't believe she was dead. It seemed like I was dreaming. I was only ten years old at my mother’s funeral. 

Dad made sure that everything was beautiful. There were flowers everywhere. So many people came to show their respect. She’d touched so many lives. They wasted no time telling me the stories.

My sixth-grade class showed up too. They each had a flower and a card filled with encouraging words. The boy I had a crush and hugged me. He made me smile for a little; then the pallbearers closed the casket.

She can't breathe! Aunt Renee screamed.

Of course, she can't breathe. She's DEAD! I thought.

If anyone should have been shouting it should have been me. How dramatic could she be? It didn't matter how much anyone shouted she was gone, and nothing could bring her back. I was heartbroken and angry. I could feel the pain in my stomach. 

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! WHY! Tammy said.

She was running up the aisle towards the restroom. Aunt Kathy, her mother, was running after. 

Here we go again. Clowns. I said. Shaking my head.

My stomach was turning in circles. Suddenly needing the bathroom myself, I ran behind them. The bathroom was crowded. The ladies in the bathroom came to me like I was a lost puppy.

I'm so sorry sweetie, someone said. 

She hugged me and she had on too much perfume. I couldn't get the nerve to say anything. I wasn't feeling anybody's pity today or ever. Nobody was more sorry than I was, I just wanted to be left alone. I didn't want to join their pity party, because I was already having one of my own.

After the funeral, we went to the burial site.  Everyone got out of their cars to watch mom be placed on the ground. I chose to stay in the limo. I just couldn't make myself get out of the car.  I knew I would never see her again. How was I going to make it without my mother? Why did she have to go?

When everything was over, family and friends didn't come by the house to check on us anymore. The silence grew to be overwhelming and I began to feel numb from the pain. It felt like I couldn't live without her. I wanted to die too. I cried for many nights.

Somehow I got the strength and tried to live again. While cleaning the basement, to take my mind off of things, I ran across some documents.  One of the papers was a birth certificate and it had my baby brother Jason's name on it. Also documented on the paper was his birth mother’s name. It was then that I learned just how deeply dedicated mom was to keep the family together. She truly loved God, as well as all of us. I could feel her presence and it comforted me.

My little brothers would never know exactly what kind of woman our mother was, or know how much she loved them. They were too young to understand. I didn't care what the paper said. I knew in my heart what Jason meant to all of us. Jason was my brother and that's how mom wanted it to be. I decided to keep the information to myself.

~ IN THE BEGINNING ~

2

Dad and Uncle Bill lived together after Dad came home from Vietnam. They were looking out of the window one day when they saw Mom and her sister Kathy removing furniture from Mom's old beat-up Pinto. They were moving into their own apartment downstairs to escape the abuse of their stepfather.

She would make a good wife, Uncle Bill said looking at Aunt Kathy.

The driver is the one that would make the perfect wife, Dad argued, talking about Mom.

He tried to give Mom his best pickup lines but she wasn't having any of it. Aunt Kathy thought he was cute. Mom figured he wanted something more than just getting to know her.

A month later, Grandma moved in with Mom and Aunt Kathy. She was being abused by Grandpa too. It didn't take long for him to figure out where they lived. He went looking for them at the sister’s new apartment. Somehow, he convinced them to let him in the apartment. It turned out to be a costly decision.  Rumor has it, that Grandpa had