We awoke on the morning of the March to pouring rain. A steady downpour. Hourly weather predictions showed rain all day long, possibly changing to freezing rain or snow. chance of precipitation? 90%. We were prepared. We had hand and foot warmers, umbrellas, and our warmest coats, scarves, and gloves.
As we left my friend Nan's home to drive to the metro the rain was changing to sleet and ice.
When we emerged from the Metro there was nothing coming down. It had stopped completely. AND it did not start again for the entire March. In fact, it felt rather warm, I thought. I never used the hand and foot warmers. I didn't even wear my mittens at all for the first few hours.
I felt very strongly that God was blessing the March. It almost seemed miraculous.
Below is pictured a group of people carrying a giant rosary, maybe 20 feet long or more? Definitely the longest rosary I've ever seen in my life. Maybe people marching were saying the rosary.