Francis and the Rain
by John Manderino
[this is the second in the three part series–
read From the Life of St. Francis from the beginning]
Francis and the Rain
The brothers were grumbling among themselves about the mud and pouring rain they’d been slogging through all morning in their soaking-wet robes, hoods up. And they were very hungry. They hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon and that was just some rock-hard bread from a loaf an angry baker had thrown at them to make them stop singing and go away.
They felt like nothing better than a pack of miserable tramps.
At the head of the line Francis was trying to think of something he could possibly say or sing or do to pull the brothers out of their gloomy mood. At last he suddenly stopped walking, the others stopping too. Francis looked at them with profound compassion. Then he suddenly laughed like hell, pulled his robe off over his head, and went cavorting naked in the downpour, his face raised to the silvery fingers of Sister Rain.
Dutifully, the brothers began removing their robes.
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