"Just enough" said the rain.

He walked at a pace that meant he didn’t have to be anywhere. But it was raining. He walked differently than anybody else around him. A few times the local bus splashed by offering a seat and a break from being wet. Each time he denied the hospitality. He wanted the rain. He walked with his hood off and his jacket open. His hands even swayed outside of his pockets. The rain was an ally. It wasn’t dramatic, just constant. It came down just enough to make him feel awake and weigh down his hair. The rain and the man were determined to wash away winter and begin a spring. Even if it came at the expense of darkness and dampness. Again the man felt God was alive and wanted him to have fun. This walk would not free him of his doubts or worries nor would it grant him wishes or uncover deep truths nor would it make him feel better. It would allow him to feel just for a few blocks. 14 in fact. 14 blocks of being alive and wet and more in tune.