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Rainy Day Singer

Rainy Day Singer

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WpMetadataReadConcluida mar, nov 4, 20251h 8m
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(Based on a True Story) In the late 1970s, in the quiet, pine-framed towns of Mississippi, there lived a young woman named Mary Ann Summers. She was once known as "The Rainy Day Singer," a bright, hopeful girl whose voice carried through small-town radio stations and hearts alike. But after a tragic accident left her paralyzed, the world she'd known became something entirely different. Yet Mary's story did not end there. Told through the words of her own diary, rediscovered years later nearly reclaimed by the earth. The Rainy Day Singer gives us an intimate glimpse into a single year of her life in 1978. It was a year of laughter and heartbreak, of CB radios and country roads, of college football, friendship, music, and quiet courage.
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I can remember the fear of the tree falling in front of my car, after it was struck by lightning. I can remember how it felt, cold rain on a summer afternoon pounded on my skin as I stepped out of my car. I was headed home to my parents house after graduating college. I remember the security I felt when he showed up, and told me everything would be okay, and to stay in my car. I remember the rain stopping and him getting to work removing the tree. I remember when his gray eyes looked into my green ones, as he woke me up to tell me it was clear. I remember my heart never beat the same after him.

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