Walking under the rain on erev shabbos.

Candle lighting is at 5:36.

It is raining...

4:30: I am in front of my house waiting for bus to take me to my shabbos destination.

4:45: No bus yet.

4:55: One more person is waiting for the same bus, my anxiety is now shared.

5:00: I start to walk to the next bus station.

5:07: I am three stations away from my house already, I continued walking looking back now and then hoping to see the bus.

"I couldn't do it with a bad knee, Baruch HaShem for good health I thought.

5:15: I walked third way to my destination already...no bus yet.
The streets were quit empty, it is almost shabbos and it is raining! I started humming the Alter Rebbe's niggun .

5:25: I walked two thirds of the distance between my house and my destination, and the bus didn't appear yet.
I continued my walk, my shabbos shoes- so not fit for this kind of weather- are wet, I am still humming the same niggun, thinking "what would this shabbos be like, for the parents of the 8 bochurim?"

5:30: I finally reach Coney Island, I looked back to the long avenue I just walked, the bus finally showed up at the other end of the avenue, two buses followed right behind.
I amused my self to the idea of suing the bus company for my shoes, and of course my time, then I got back to my deeper thoughts, to Eretz Yisroel, to the 8 bochurim...I repeated the few tehillim I knew by heart with the bochurim under medical attention in mind.

5:40: I arrived at my host's house, my friends were worried, I changed quickly and lit my candles...

Shabbos kodesh...