The Rain Will Come

It's our first blended family holiday.

We are driving down  towards a beautiful sheltered part of the coast - a beach I know well.
I have been there a few times before.

The sun is shining strongly; there is a welcoming blanket of warmth in the air.
Out of nowhere a soft rain begins to fall upon the windscreen of the car.

My chest tightens. My breathing becomes shallower and I immediately turn my face toward my window. The tears are upon me.

This is forever going to be my life.

Bright sunshiny days full of hope and happiness and warmth.

But  the rain will come.