I looked up into the skies and frowned. Ominous clouds gathered. Rays of light shone so brightly in the morning turned into a hazy, greyish mist hovering over the muddy sea water – an aftermath of the typhoon, though a mild one.
“Lord, let your rain cease O Lord. The guys need to get this one done. Have mercy on us. I ask not of your rain of wrath but rain of blessings. Let your rain cease my Lord.”, I murmured.
In less than sixty seconds, the rain stopped. I raised my eyes to the skies, heart filled with thanksgiving.
(Picture taken at a church outside the hotel)