The rain did not do anything to inhibit the spirit of those young boys as they ran to each tent. He would look over at me and drop his head a bit to give a secret smile. The adults rushed about; preparing, doing, and talking to one and other. He danced around us as a weight lifted from him and I knew he was going to get through the darkness he had faced. So many of them called out to him, grasped his hands and kissed his cheeks. His smile at me was like the rarest of flowers, so beautiful in its every aspect that it steals your breath and for a moment stops your heart. I knew we were both making pictures in our minds and sealing them away for those lean times that would come again. Today we were all filled with it, with the rain that would make more of those rare flowers bloom.