I am so sick of rain. It’s June 15th and it has rained every day but three this month. This is desert country. This is semi-arid. What’s the deal? The old conversational platitudes like “When it rains, it pours” and “It’s good for the flowers” and “Into each life some rain must fall”, are all but abandonned. We know this is too weird. You do still hear “Seems like we’re living in Seattle rather than Utah” still working for grocery store chit-chat, I guess. But how about some new stuff?
Here’s one to consider:
"Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines." -- Satchel Paige
I’ve mentioned the rain in prayers this last little while. I never have mentioned the sun that I can recall, nowever. I’ll start.
This one's a little more practical:
"Do not, on a rainy day, ask your child what he feels like doing, because I assure you that what he feels like doing, you won't feel like watching.” -- Fran Liebotitz
Then the ethereal with a melody and a beat. I know at the time it was an anti-war song, but who cares. Instead of the comment, we can burst into song:
Who’ll Stop the Rain?
Long as I remember the rain been comin down.
Clouds of mystry pourin confusion on the ground.
Good men through the ages, tryin to find the sun;
And I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll stop the rain.
But here’s a website that is short and to the point: http://goingtorain.com/ Mention it.
I hear it’s going to rain this afternoon, so what about this one for now: “Make hay while the sun shines.” I’m not so sure what it means, but I think our ancestors were friskier than we think.