Why Rain Is Important

Rain After The Rain A Drop Of Drop Of Rain

Sometimes I can’t help being a grouch. I guess it is what happens to a person when they get older. They get older, grouchier and grumpier. With that in mind, I guess I qualify for being an old geezer.

The past several months I was grouchy about the weather. What’s there to grouch about these days? I would grouch about Squirrel Poop politics, but it is a world of craziness. I suppose good people visit Washington, DC, but they do not stay good for long. Therefore, I’ve given up grouching about politics and politicians and such.

One of the great things about grouching about the weather is that there is nothing you can do about the weather. You might not like the weather. You might want a different kind of weather. However, there is actually nothing you can do to alter the weather on the outside.

Over time, I’ve realized that if I wanted to wager on which day it was going to rain, it’d be the day I wash my car. When I am out there washing my car, Mother Nature is looking down on me grinning one of her sarcastic grins, knowing that she is going to send rain my way daily.

I like grouching about the weather. After all, you need to grouch about something and I would rather grouch about something which I had nothing at all to do with then something I could change.

The other day I started downtown and the sky was bright and sunny. Twenty minutes later, it was raining cats and dogs.

Three weeks ago at the church, we purchased a brand-new lawnmower. We have never been able to use it yet so we don’t know if it actually works or not. The rain has come down for three weeks.

Thinking about the rain condition, we are in I often wonder about how Noah felt about the rain in his day. He built an ark and there was not a drop of rain available.

For 100 years, Noah was building his ark and telling folks that the rain was coming soon. They laughed at him and probably he was the first man called The Rainman. They weren’t laughing so much when the rain really did come.

Just when I thought it was around, there was a crackling thunder and the rain came down worse than before.

“When will this rain,” I said in a very disgusted attitude,”stop so I can go outside?”

My wife looked at me and said,”What do you want to go out for?”

Well, she had me there. Because there is nothing for me to do outdoors and furthermore, I am not allowed to do any repair work on the outside by decree of the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. No matter how bad something is broken, five minutes with me and it is going to be worse than previously. In other words, based on her estimation.

I tried to keep quiet for a few more moments, but lo and behold, out came more grouchiness. I guess a person my age has a lot of grouchy to come out, but there’s never a suitable time.

“I am getting so tired,” I said,”of this rain coming and not stopping. When will the rain stop? I can do without all this rain.”

At that moment, my wife came into the room where I was sitting and stared at me for a few moments. She has those stares that penetrate directly to the soul and back out again. I was reluctant to say anything at that moment.

Then, putting both hands on her hips, she said,”What would we do without rain?”

I did not know if this was a rhetorical question or when she was grilling me about our situation. She then turned around and went back into the kitchen to her work.

Where in the world would we be if it didn’t rain as it was supposed to rain?

If it were not for rain, we’d not have the beautiful land we now have. The farmer’s fields would not grow. The gardener’s vegetables would not grow. The florist’s would lose all their flowers.

Thinking along these lines, I came to a conclusion. It is important in this world in order for it to rain. Rain has a means of creating everything grow and be healthy.

David saw rain in a very different issue.

A rainy day is somewhat like life. You can’t make it rain and you cannot make it stop. But, every rain has a positive effect on the world around us.

I can’t control the rain, neither can I control much of the components in my life but I may have a thankful heart like David, knowing that after the rain the flowers will bloom.

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