Forgiveness
Summary: Even the holy need to be forgiven.
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The air was heavy. Because of it, he was the only one left in the junkyard. Everyone else had gone to find shelter from the coming rain.
He didn't want to join the Jellicles in hiding.
He liked the way the water seemed to have enough weight to push him down if the storm was bad enough. He liked the way it matted his fur together and washed everything away. He especially liked the way it made him feel afterwards.
Clean, refreshed, forgiven.
He wondered if anyone ever considered him mad. There had been jokes when he was younger, of course. Biting remarks that referred to his ambitions and parentage, or lack thereof. And now, how it must look, for such a respected cat about town to sit out in the rain, as if too lazy, or big, or old, to move indoors.
But he liked it. The way the rain washed away the ridicule from his youth. Numbed the doubts of his present. Offered a promise of comfort for the future and the choices he would have to make then. Such as the choice to make one cat's dreams come true, but crush those of another.
As the heavens opened and the Everlasting Cat sent down his graces to cleanse the world, as often as it was needed, Old Deuteronomy sighed and smiled, and shifted on the vicarage wall to enjoy the feel of the heavy drops sinking into his fur. Washing away his sins.