Hail the reign of rain guest

Snow you shovel, drought you ensure, sunshine you bask in, but rain you experience.

With that in mind, we’ve decided to share what we believe are some universal truths, and welcome any others: unstoppable will occur “rain or shine. Whether it’s raining buckets or cats and dogs, sanity’s standard is to know enough to come in out of the rain, while disappointment is when it rains on one’s parade or when blows or abuse rain down upon us.

Perhaps in these past few weeks some might argur we’ve experienced a bit too much, yet, nevertheless rain, more than any other form of precipitation, is the most interesting, varied and compelling.

Rain can be a drizzle, a drop, a deluge or a torrent. Like pages of news, rain can come in sheets, or like praise or a friendship, it can be scattered.

Unreserved Judgment

Prayers are offered for the “rainy season” to be just that, while just the threat of rain transforms schedules and jeopardizes the best laid plans. Many an event has been “rained out” while the rain check promises better times to come.

Rain is a spring, a shower or a monsoon. Rain creates puddles and streams and brooks and floods. It beats down upon you with a force that seeps into your bones, or gracefully veils you with a fine mist.

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If it goes down your back, rain chills you. If it lands on your tongue it satiates. If it rolls into your eye, it’s like a tear from heaven, and if it touches your lips, it’s like a kiss from on-high.

Rain is a complete raingear wardrobe of rain hats and coats and boots. Rain elicits extended palms facing up to check its arrival, followed by an army of umbrellas to repel its invasion.

“Pitter-patter” is rains unique song, even as widely-spaced “pings” and isolated drops whisper its departure. Medicine men and enterprising recruiters are rainmakers while that which is definite and

As are the burdens of life so can rain be light, heave or steady, and, like life itself, rain is often unpredictable in its intensity, impact and duration.

Indeed, rain is life missing only the soul as it touches every sense with sight, sound, color and texture. It’s a blessing from God that nurtures the land, fills the seas and like freedom and a good idea, can be contained but not stopped.

Though raindrops keep falling on our heads, more than a few can be heard singing in the rain or seen waiting out the rain.

Yes, though it’s raining and pouring, “the old man is snoring” and though we sing and cry out “rain, rain, go away,” we still urge it to “come again another day.”

Perhaps that’s because of all rain means to humanity and because rain is forever followed by the glory of a rainbow.

© 2023 Ron Goldman