Today's Exactly100: Agua de Mayo: If Only It Could Burn the Devils in Government

The first rain of May.

When I was a child, I thought this was how holy water was made: rain from heaven, before the world could dirty it. Folk Catholicism, call it that, the faith of basins left under eaves, of mothers trusting the sky, of children believing God sent certain waters with a blessing already inside.

In a country made torrid by greed, where politicians kneel for the cameras and steal after the amen, the first rain of May still feels like mercy. Relief for people and petals, both left too long under a sun that shows no grace. /Vincent R. Pozon