The rain came down this afternoon. I heard it dripping from the eaves and pounding the pavement outside my front door as I stayed cosy in my living room. It filled the spaces between the blades of grass in the courtyard, and slowly rose.
The water covered the tops of my flip flops when I left for Mass and was deeper in the road. I drove slowly, trying not to spray water up. The rumble of the congregation's greetings and singing and opening prayer died down, and gave way to the pounding of raindrops on the roof of the church, as if heaven were joining the chorus of prayers.
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