title: Heaven Sent Rain: A Novel
author:  Lauraine Snelling 
description: "Snelling's story has the potential to be a big hit. . ..[D]iverse and well rounded. The premise of the story is interesting and the prose is very moving."<b><i><i>RT Book Reviews</i></i></b><br /><br />"Snelling writes about the foibles of human nature with keen insight and sweet honesty."<b><i>National Church Library Association</i></b><br /><br />"Snelling (<i>One Perfect Day</i>) continues to draw fans with her stellar storytelling skills. This time she offers a look at smalltown medical care in a tale that blends healing, love, and a town's recovery. . .Snelling's description of events at the small clinic during the storm is not to be missed."<b><i><i>Publisher's Weekly </i>on<i> Wake the Dawn</i></i></b><br /><br />"Snelling's fast-paced novel has characters who seek help in the wrong places. It takes a raging storm for the for them to see that the help they needed was right in front of them the whole time. This is a strong, believable story."<b><i><i>RT Book Reviews</i>, ****, on <i>Wake the Dawn</i></i></b><br /><br />
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   **The Wages of Sin**
  
  Oh, the wages of sin!
  
  Natalie Harris sinned, and her husband Harry left for work one fine morning
  and didn’t come back.
  
  The morning was fine only temporarily. You know what those mornings are, just
  before the rain sets in? Bright and glittery around the edges; altogether too
  bright for safety, with a pale blue sky arching much too high above, and
  beyond the arch heaven knows what, God or the Devil. And before you know it
  black clouds begin to edge up all around the horizon, like muddy water welling
  from a blocked drain, and close the sky over with cloud, drizzle and
  depression, and your quivering glimpse of eternity, good or bad, is gone.
  There’s just the bus to catch or the washing up to get on with. Just such a
  too bright morning