The Georgia Rain
I was going back to my childhood vacation home. I never expected to fall in love with a stranger....
I counted down the mile markers as they passed, three more miles until I reach my paradise, Black Mountain. Going down the smooth road, watching the trees pass, feeling the Georgia breeze caress my skin. I closed my eyes briefly, and remembered my summers here as a kid. I looked up and saw the old wooden sign, letting me know that I had finally arrived.I pulled my truck into the small driveway, I quickly got out and inhal...