The satisfaction

There would be no more rainbows, but Daniel was not sorry there would be no more rain.

It had washed away his house, which his father had built badly when he had been drunk thirty-odd years ago (and he had only been drunk because the rain had ruined the harvest). So the rain had cost Daniel his home, and his job, because the post office had flooded and the letters were wet, and his girl, because she had run off with the out-of-state rescue worker in Daniel’s blue canoe.

No, Daniel was not sorry there would be no more rain.

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