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Sometimes I can’t help being a grouch. I guess it is what happens to a person when they get older. They get older, grouchier and grumpier.

The past several months I was grouchy about the weather. What else is there to grouch about nowadays? I would grouch about Squirrel Poop politics, but it’s a world of craziness. I suppose good people go to Washington, DC, but they don’t stay good for long. Thus, I’ve given up grouching about politicians and politics and such.

One of the great things about grouching about the weather is that there is nothing you can do about the weather. You might not like the weather. You may want a different type of weather. However, there’s actually nothing you can do to alter the weather on the outside.

Over time, I have realized that if I wanted to bet on which day it was going to rain, it’d be the day I wash my car. When I am out there washing my car, Mother Nature is looking down on me grinning among her sarcastic grins, knowing that she is going to send rain my way daily.

I still like grouching about the weather. After all, you will need to grouch about something and I’d rather grouch about something that I had nothing whatsoever to do with then something I could change.

The other day I began downtown and the sky was bright and sunny. Twenty minutes later, it had been raining cats and dogs.

Three months ago at the church, we bought a brand-new lawnmower. We have not been able to use it yet so we do not know if it really works or not.

Considering the rain condition, we’re in I often wonder about how Noah felt about the rain in his day. He built an ark and there wasn’t a drop of rain to be found.

For 100 years, Noah was building his ark and telling folks that the rain was coming shortly. They laughed at him and likely he was the first person called The Rainman. They weren’t laughing so much when the rain actually did come.

I was sitting in my easy chair, looking out the glass door, watching it rain and rain and rain. Just when I thought it was around, there was a crackling thunder and the rain came down worse than before.

My wife looked at me and said,”What do you want to go out for?”

Because there is nothing for me to do outside and furthermore, I’m not permitted to do some repair work on the outside by decree of the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. No matter how bad something is broken, five minutes with me and it is going to be worse than previously. That is, based on her estimation.

I tried to keep silent for a few more minutes, but lo and behold, out came more grouchiness. I guess a person my age has a lot of grouchy to come out, but there is never an appropriate time.

“I’m getting so tired,” I said,”of this rain coming rather than stopping. When will the rain stop? I can do without all this rain.”

At that moment, my wife came into the room where I had been sitting and stared at me for a few moments. She has those stares that penetrate directly to the soul and back out again. I was afraid to say anything at that moment.

I did not know whether this was a rhetorical question or when she was grilling me about our situation. She then turned around and went back into the kitchen to her work.

Where on earth would we be if it didn’t rain when it was supposed to rain?

If it were not for rain, we would not have the beautiful land we now have. The farmer’s fields would not grow. The gardener’s vegetables would not grow.

Thinking along these lines, I came to a conclusion. It’s important in this world in order for it to rain. Rain has a way of making everything grow and be healthy.

David saw rain in a very different matter. “Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains” (Psalm 147:7-8).

A rainy day is somewhat like life. You cannot make it rain and you can’t make it stop. But, every rain has a beneficial impact on the world around us.

I can’t control the rain, neither can I control much of the elements in my life but I can have a thankful heart like David, knowing that after the rain that the flowers will bloom.

Rain, Rain Don’t Go Away!

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