There was something about a downpour that he enjoyed, something cleansing, rejuvenating. Of course, it was always nice to be dry inside when the thunder reared back and roared like a hungry mountain lion, before the heavens ripped open and let her torrents flow. As he sipped his mug of tea, Gideon wanted to feel as clean as the rain. Here he was in this cozy tearoom drinking a beverage he found tasty and healthy, having a nice break from the auto shop’s routine. Amos had just finished his shift waiting on tables, and he seemed happy to be employed here. Before leaving the eatery, he told Gideon that Mari had encouraged him to further his education and that he was seriously considering going to tutoring sessions in the evenings so that he could eventually get his GED. With a clap on his back, Gideon affirmed the young man’s decision. “I owe so much to you,” Amos said, and with that, took off into the rain, an umbrella over his head. Yet, instead of feeling contented over Amos’s happiness, Gideon’s thoughts swirled around Moriah.
