Overall Grade: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️++
Imagine the Rain Trilogy as a transcendent, awe-inspiring concert that overwhelms your mind and soul. Praying for Rain is the opening act; its purpose is preparing for the headliner. It begins to move the blood through your veins, and it raises your interest and emotions, but it won’t match the power of the headliner. Instead, it will spark your soul, waiting for the striking match and tinder of the main band. Fighting for Rain is the headlining band of the concert, and you’re sitting in the front row. This isn’t a Michael Buble or Coldplay concert, though. No, Fighting for Rain holds the driving power of a Fall Out Boy or Paramore or Twenty-One Pilots. Except it’s harder and faster and sets the frenzy of your blood. It’s the strike of the match, setting your soul on fire. And then comes Dying for Rain. Thinking that the concert can’t be any more heated, you land in the mosh pit, filled with the crazed visceral movements of those who have wrapped themselves in the music of the main band. From one minute to the next, you don’t know if you’ll be moved from one part of the mass of bodies to the other. Each moment keeps you suspended, waiting, anticipatory, and overwhelmed by the moment, by the people, by the power of the music. This feeling, this mosh pit, is Dying for Rain. It’s a no-holds-barred onslaught of emotions and moments that drive you forward until its resolution. Every turn of the page leads you out of the darkness of Rain and Wes’s story and further into its light. Yet, in the midst of this frenzy, its driving story, nestled in its burning pages is a powerful message of the power of one, the ability for one person to challenge evil and bring it to its knees. This is the fire of BB Easton’s Dying for Rain and the rest of the trilogy because, at its core, in the very center of the mosh pit of this book, lies the most important message:
From its first page, Easton engages us in Rain and Wes’s story. When we leave Fighting for Rain, we are beset with feelings of despair. Our hero and heroine are separated, and their future looks bleak. Rain’s belief in herself and Wes has waned. Yet, this is a romance with a happy ending, so we hope there is far more to this story. As a reader, you find yourself suspended in Rain and Wes’s story, waiting. During this pause, however, Easton reveals more and more of the background behind this society. Each chapter unveils more of the reality of this world, and Easton couples it with this energy and action that keeps you glued to her story. Every page brought me deeper into the danger of a society that willingly sacrifices its best citizens, the prime of its civilization. Easton has crafted this destitute, morally-bankrupt humanity that seems beyond redemption. Between Rain and Wes’s despair and the bleak future, everything seems lost.
Herein lies Easton’s talent. In her acknowledgments, she reminds us that this trilogy is her first fictional offering, which is astonishing because the society she’s crafted in this trilogy, in Dying for Rain, is a hyperbolized version of our own world, emphasizing her craftsmanship. She pulls emotions from her reader through her storytelling that insists that we don’t “check out,” as we see Rain wanting to do time and time again. In the pits of despair, Rain becomes us, and Easton creates her as a reminder that one person can tenaciously make a difference. Add in the depth and gravity of love to the equation, and one person can effect change. This is the power and heart of Dying for Rain and this trilogy. This is BB Easton cautiously and carefully admonishing us that we can be better than our world. That we can love others into loving others. That we can influence our world to be better for ourselves and our future. This message stays hidden until this final book. And its revelation exposes Easton’s talent, her keen craftsmanship of story and character to a greater end than a simple happy ending.
It’s been some time since I’ve read a trilogy that ended in such a way that I wanted more. When Dying for Rain ended, I found myself mourning the end of Rain and Wes’s story already. BB Easton has done something so interesting with The Rain Trilogy that you want to buy a ticket to future Easton books. Dying for Rain is like that mosh pit, throwing us about like a limp doll. Yet, in the end, the crowd disperses, and you find yourself feeling transformed as the shared experience with others reminds you of the love for something bigger than yourself. This is an inescapable truth in Easton’s trilogy.
In love and romance,