Did it rain?We don’t know what the weather was like As Jesus carried his cross to the place of execution.Was the ground dry, so that each footstep cast dust into the air Which choked him as he stooped under the weight and gasped for breath?Or was there a light drizzle, making the wood slippery And harder to hold onto,Forcing splinters into those kind handsAs the heavy timber shifted in his grasp?Perhaps the ground was muddy,Each step a struggle to gain traction,Hampering progress as his feet sank in thick puddles.When Simon of Cyrene stepped in to help bear the loadWas the sun shining?Sunbeams peeping through the clouds To light the way,Or a relentless heat.Did the women weep and wail In a downpour of rain as though heaven wept with them?Was the wind behind himHelping him along but whipping hair into his face?Or perhaps against himPushing him backSo he had to be all the more determined To walk the road to death.Oh, we know about the darkness And the earthquake that came later...But did it rain?
