Never Met a Raindrop

     I can't help but to shake my head as I hear people complain about rainy days, and how they just can't believe it, and refuse to call it anything resembling good if it does not meet with their criteria of 76 degrees and sunny!  What would happen, I wonder if we began thinking about the change in weather as a blessing?

     Think about that droplet of rain there, and how many more help provide a lake for your kids to jump into, and allow you to go boating and skiing and tubing.  That droplet there gave a kiss to the flower, and helped bring life to the plant, greened your lawn, brought beautiful bell peppers to your butcher block, and brought luscious watermelon to your picnic table.  Those droplets falling on a tin roof inspired a song, allowed your baby to fall asleep in peace, invited your wife to dance, provided a photographer some income, permitted farmers to harvest, gave you memories of eating plump corn on the cob with your cousins, slicing an apple for your son, and peeling an orange for your daughter.

     That rainfall gave the birds something to drink, and a puddle in which your kids may jump and splash.  It provided company for your coffee and atmosphere for your favorite book.  It notified certain park visitors that dinosaurs were nearby, revealed redemption to a wrongly accused Shawshank prisoner, led one man to sing out loud about a glorious feeling, and rained frogs on un-suspecting individuals whose stories would soon collide and simple state that, "This is something that happens." from a 1999 Magnolia.

     There are folks of faith who believe it was a global sign of judgement and still others who saw it as nothing short of a blessing.  It was the first name of a highly-functioning autistic infamous card-counting gambler who would literally "lose it" if he were not permitted to watch Judge Wapner.  

As a wise man once said, All sun and no rain makes a desert, but...then again...I guess that's not just my humble opinion.