Like a river flooding St. Peter`s Square, they came by the thousands, soon hundreds of thousands.
Many had fled from mother nature`s assault on the area, in the day`s leading up to the conclave.
But the smoke was a calling back, a sign. After only a day and a half, a conclave so speedy most were surprised at the smoke. Many had all but given up on this night.
And as the white billowed across the sky it carried the clouds away. For those in the crowd calling out for people to put down their umbrellas, soon there was no need for the cover. As a new pope was elected the driving rains went away. Clear sky. One twinkling star. All that was left were tears of joy.