What is there to contemplate about rain? It is curious to think how if there was none, then surely the fruits of the earth would die, the land would become a desert, and all animals along with it. For the yield of the earth seems to feed that which roams upon, this includes us. It is most astonishing how fragile the concept is in thought: the sun races across the sky, drawing up water from their places of rest, to cumulate them overhead, to which various winds carry them to the four corners of the earth, to drop them in various places according to nature, some receiving more, others less, only for that very water to drain through the places it traversed back to its collective place of flow and rest.
How are we blind to this? What a great mystery it is, that this operation happens whether we will for it to or not. Men try to forecast these conditions, and often get it wrong. For how can you contingently know that which you could not necessarily know and track yesterday? So then it is an industry of contingent abstractions and models that may or may not be right. And we absentmindedly glance at our phones and quip: “Huh, when it rains it pours, looks like I’ll stay inside.”
Why stay inside? Why do we hide from that which we would die without? Perhaps we should step outside and let ourselves be soaked in the downpour. Maybe that would cause us to wake up and give thanks to God for it. Because it doesn’t have to rain, and yet it does. why? Because God is good, that’s why, and He loves us that is also why, and He is merciful, that would be why too. So go outside every once in a while, and get soaked in the rain; it’s real, and something to appreciate.
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