No More Waiting for His Love
I begged my husband ninety-nine times to go with me to Jay Boone's concert.
On the hundredth time, he finally bought two front-row tickets.
Dressed to the nines, I was stopped at the entrance by security because I couldn't produce my ticket.
By the time the concert ended, I still hadn't been able to get through to him on the phone.
News broke that my husband and his young girlfriend were at the concert, requesting "Sunny Day" from Jay Boone. The story shot straight to the trending charts.
There's no rain in the lyrics of "Sunny Day."
Because the only world caught in a torrential downpour was mine.