It rained all day last Sunday and into Monday.

I have mixed emotions about rain. I am happy for the needed irrigation of lawns, flowers, fruits and vegetables. I enjoy the smell of freshly watered gardens whose most delicious aromas seemed released by a good rain.

On the other hand, I don’t like getting my freshly-dry-cleaned suit wet, as I dash from my car to the building I am entering. I don’t like stepping in puddles. I don’t like having to put my mail in a plastic bag so as not to get it soaked on the way to or from the mailbox.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Papa saw to it that the “good” people didn’t have to deal with the inconvenience of heavy precipitation?

Alas, God makes “His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.”(Matthew 5:45) The people of God are not immune to precipitation. We get rained on, along with everybody else.

However, we celebrate the hand of our Creator God, seen in nature. We rejoice that He sends rain, as He sends sunshine.

So, I am learning to give thanks when I need an umbrella AND when I need to shed my jacket because of the high temperature and blazing sun!

Two writers from the last century have commented on the rain, in memorable words.

Gilbert Keith (G.K.) Chesterton (1874-1936):

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.

 Langston Hughes (1902-1967):

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

 Maybe instead of seeing rain as an awful inconvenience, I could see it as Papa’s lullaby.

RAF