How many tears will I have to cry? How many breaths do I have to fight to take? How long will I struggle to make things go my way? Tears fall like rain storms. Flow like rivers down my cheeks. I keep my head to the heavens. I’m searching for some form of peace. I’m drowning quickly in my sorrows and fears. I don’t know what is in store after the rain.
Tiffany is 19 and a single mother looking to escape the rage of her abusive boyfriend. In the dead of night she packed her few belongs and son and fled with the help of her best friend Kenyatta. Tiffany and Kenyatta are looking forward to new lives protecting the only one that matters, the two year old RJ. What will happen when new men come into their lives as well as old terrors? What will happen after the rain?