John’s Tale: A Tale of the Black Rain

I grew up the only child of a single mother. A fact I was always proud of. When I was a child, I’d loved my mother more than anything in the entire world, that my father wasn’t in the picture, never bothered me.

Understand she was everything to me; she was my mother. When she was around, it was like the entire house felt lighter. It was like nothing dark or bad could ever touch you. I never needed…