What Would We Do without Rain? (standard:humor, 901 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 20 2018	Views/Reads: 1694/1190	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I cannot 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 the flowers will bloom.

Sometimes I cannot help being a grouch. I guess it is what happens to a
person when they get older. They get older, grouchier and grumpier. 
With that in mind, I guess I qualify for being an old geezer. 

The past several weeks I was grouchy about the weather. What else is
there to grouch about these days? I would grouch about politics, but it 
is a world of craziness. I suppose good people go to Washington, DC, 
but they don't stay good for long. Therefore, I have given up grouching 
about politics and politicians and such. 

One of the good things about grouching about the weather is it there is
nothing you can do about the weather. You may not like the weather. You 
may want a different kind of weather. However, there is actually 
nothing you can do to change the weather on the outside. 

Through the years, I have realized that if I wanted to bet on which day
it was going to rain, it would be the day I wash my car. When I am out 
there washing my car, Mother Nature is looking down on me grinning one 
of her sarcastic grins, knowing that she is going to send rain my way 
that day. 

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

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

Three weeks 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. The rain has come down for three weeks. 

Thinking about the rain condition, we are in I often wonder about how
Noah felt about the rain in his day. He built an ark and there was not 
a drop of rain to be found. He told everybody that it was going to 
rain; nobody had ever seen rain before and did not know what he was 
talking about. 

For 100 years, Noah was building his ark and telling people that the
rain was coming soon. They laughed at him and probably he was the first 
person called The Rainman. They were not 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 about over, there 
was a crackling thunder and the rain came down worse than before. 

“When will this rain,” I said in a very disgusted attitude, “stop so I
can go outside?” 

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

Well, she had me there. Because there is nothing for me to do outside
and furthermore, I am not permitted to do any 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 will be worse 
than before. That is, according to her estimation. 

I tried to keep quiet 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 and not stopping.
When will the rain ever stop? I can do without all this rain.” 

At that moment, my wife came into the room where I was 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 time. 

Then, putting both hands on her hips, she said, “What would we do
without rain?” 

I did not know if that was a rhetorical question or if she was grilling
me about our situation. She then turned around and went back to the 


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