The Rains Came Down

“The rains came down and the floods came up….” So goes a line from that old VBS song about the wise man and the foolish man. If you recall the story, the wise man built his house on the rock and the foolish man built his on the sand. Then when the rains came, the foolish man’s house was washed away while the wise man’s house remained. Of course, the moral is that we are to build our lives on a good foundation.
I say all of that to say that the rains have come again today. Literal rains. They started about 4:30am and remain at 6:30. We’ve just gone through about a week of rain. The last three or four days have been nice. Now we have rain again. It appears, though, that it won’t last for days on end.
Why do we persist, even when we know better, to gripe about the weather? I wonder if somehow the weather connects us together as fellow sufferers (or fellow beneficiaries) of something over which no one has control. And I wonder if we somehow marvel at this phenomenon called weather just because no one has figured out a way to modify it, eliminate it, or tame it. Then when we’ve survived whatever it has handed to us, we feel like we’ve somehow overcome and conquered.
The radar says the rain is on its last gasp here, at least for an hour or two and maybe for good (this time around). That’s good, but it’s also good that it came even if some of us think we’ve had too much. After all, what do we know?