The exciting conclusion of the story, The Rain in the Hills, gives us a chance to look at the life’s that we’ve all lived, the mistakes we’ve made, the hearts we’ve broke, the hearts we break. While there is no one that this story specifically targets, I would like to say that there is nothing that there is a period of my personal life that it reminds me of as an author. I know that as an author, and it’s author to be specific, I more than likely wrote it from something specific in my life, I’m just not sure what. It could be a hodgepodge of different things, but at the same time I know that there are certain people that I can pick out from among the rubble in this story. And to them I know that they will recognize themselves if they just ask who they really are.