Natural Setting/Holy Water...Crystal Cyr

I find that the mask of the holy can be experienced in the simplest of things. All of creation is the mask of the holy. It is quite amazing. Today, after I took two exams, I was walking, somewhat relieved, across campus to my car and suddenly it started to sprinkle. Tiny, immature rain drops parachuted down from the sky, falling slowly at first. Then, as if diving as quickly as they could, only to plop onto the ground, the drops fell more rapidly. They sunk from the clouds to dampen my clothes and hair. They smelled wet and clean as if the angels were washing the glory right out of heaven. I didn't care if I was becoming increasingly soggy. I did not try to run to get out of the rain. I let it pour onto my skin as I strolled beneath the pine trees and down the sidewalk to my car. It reminded me of a baptism of sorts. My exams were over and I was finally being cleansed of the stress which loomed over me all semester. It felt like God was drenching me with serene holy water. The more soaked I became, the more at peace I felt.