So I fancied walking by the river into central London. It was drizzling at the time. I thought, "I know I said I don't mind rain but I would rather walk in dry weather, thank you."
It was still spitting.
Then I thought, "I am walking in dry weather all the way to Piccadilly Circus."
I saw my intention as a light beam going into the universe.
I continued my walk knowing I was walking in dry weather. It stopped drizzling and it was dry all the way to my destination.
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day; Enocia wants to play.
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