He stayed outside for days…waiting on the rain…some kind of magic to wash away his sins…a baptism…

The forecasts called for storms…big thunder storms coming up from the South…he waited…wanted to be born again…saved in this world of sin…that’s what he wanted…

And the rains never came…got discouraged…scared that maybe God didn’t want him…feared Hell…frightened that maybe there was no place for him in Heaven…

So…prayers were sent up…like smoke signals to Lord Jehovah…praying for a washing to come his way…prayers for his soul…prayers that he’d be saved…

That night as he slept the rain fell…a powerful rain with wind and lightning…he awoke…ran outside…past the clotheslines…past the barn…dog barked…cows mooed…and he danced in the rain…celebrating his re-birth…thanking Jesus for this baptism…catching raindrops in his mouth…swallowing them whole…

The storm stopped…a fine mist laid over the valley…trucks were starting up…tractors too…and in the fields the Sun beamed as men began to work…while the boy slept in a dreamlike state…mumbling…hallelujah…hallelujah…for today my soul is saved…