Chapter 14b

He dashed out of the house, locking the door in two quick turns. The street was almost empty, people running to escape the drizzle, most on raincoats like he was, others on umbrellas.

He took it all in, pure and clean, like his thoughts. Since he had agreed to willingly do the work that was laid out for him. The work of the one who sent him, wielding the world of its impurity, shedding the blood of the unclean, to save it all from god's wrath.

The drizzle had turned into heavy droplets of rain. These days it never stopped and he knew why

"I need a confirmation lord, I want to know if it's you" he had lay face down on the ground one quiet night weeping "make it easy for me and I'll do everything you want, just one sign, nonstop rain"

He sat up, looking at the ceiling, hands in the air, clasped together, waiting in silence, after a couple of hours, he had a pit then a patter, soon it was falling so hard he'd thought the maker was angry he was bein