Liberating

It has not been the best of Sundays. Not bad, just not good, especially after that phone call this afternoon.

But that aside, there was a moment today I relished.

We attended Mass as a family at SVDP. Having Fr Paul, a visiting priest from India, did bring a smile to our faces with his sometimes-comprehensible accent. It started to rain halfway through the service, and boy was it a thunderstorm.

When service ended, I volunteered to drive the car over to the church's porch so that the family won't get wet. I hesitated to step into the pouring torrents without an umbrella. But the moment I did, it was liberating.

The initial droplets that touched my skin through my dry fabric startled me as I picked up speed whilst looking for oncoming vehicles. But the moment I settled into the wetness, it was refreshing from there. The rain just drenched me as I ran across the streets, and relishing every moment. There was a peculiar lucidity that I enjoyed.

It really was liberating, that left me grinning the moment I got into the dryness of the car. It is a grin that I wished to share.

Let's run in the rain together sometime.

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Uncle T