I’ve never really minded rain. Even when I was in college, walking between classes with my umbrella that kept my hair dry but still let my jeans get soaked up to my knees, it usually didn’t bother me. Of course, I didn’t particularly enjoy sitting in wet socks and tennis shoes trying to focus on a lecture while the air conditioning educated my toes about the meaning of wind chill. But I noticed something; I tend to notice odd things. Rain somehow made everyone take themselves less seriously. Some people would be grumpy. But many people would be quicker to offer a stray greeting or casual remark as we shook rain off umbrellas outside front doors of the large brick buildings. With brightly colored circles dancing across campus, it looked and felt like a different place. All in all, not a bad trade off.
For those of us who garden, whether flowers or vegetables, a good rain becomes even more precious. When the tomatoes and corn start to droop and the prospect of a good harvest becomes a bit precarious, a steady summer shower is music to the gardener’s ears. Rain is a provision of God to help us meet our most basic needs.
Psalm 104 gives a beautiful perspective on nature and our Father’s tender care of it. I highly recommend the entire chapter, but verses 13-14 I’ll include here: “He watereth the hills from his chambers: the earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy works. He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth.” The Psalmist appreciated rain, and remembering this attitude, I think, will help to keep things in perspective.
I have never been particularly fond of thunderstorms, however. Frankly, they scare me. I like the way it is put in The Sound of Music when one of the children asks their governess, Maria, why the thunder sounds so angry. Maria replies, “The lightning says something to the thunder, and the thunder answers back.” Ensue song and dance to the tune of My Favorite Things. You musical fans out there know what I’m talking about. What Maria doesn’t point out is that God’s voice has been compared to thunder. Job 40:9 reads, “Hast thou an arm like God? or canst thou thunder with a voice like him?” So I sometimes like to think to myself that the thunder is what God’s voice sounds like.
So when God sends us sunshine, let’s enjoy it. And when He sees fit to send rain, let’s enjoy that too. Because we exist in His tender care. Let us never forget that, and let us rejoice even in the rain.
May the Lord bless you and keep you!