Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards; there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.
In wine there is truth. In vino veritas. The same rain that wet his hair in the courtyard had already been to the root.
Ego sum vitis, vos palmites. I am the vine. You are the branches. Rain to root to cup. The homecoming is a vintage — and Nobody, at last, has a name.
Franklin · John 15:5