Sometimes I cannot help being a grouch. I guess it is what happens to a person when they get old. They get older, grouchier and grumpier.
The past several weeks I was grouchy about the weather. What’s there to grouch about these days? I’d grouch about Squirrel Poop politics, but it is a world of craziness. I suppose good men and women go to Washington, DC, but they don’t stay good for long. Therefore, I have given up grouching about politicians and politics and such.
Among the great things about grouching about the weather is it there is not anything you can do about the weather. You may not like the weather. You may want a different type of weather. However, there is actually nothing you can do to alter the weather on the outside.
Over time, I’ve 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’m out there washing my car, Mother Nature is looking down on me grinning one of her sarcastic grins, knowing that she’s going to send rain my way daily.
I like grouching about the weather. After all, you will need to grouch about something and I would rather grouch about something that I had nothing at all to do with then something that I could change.
The other day I started 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 so we don’t know if it really works or not. The rain has come down for three weeks.
Considering 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 wasn’t a drop of rain to be found.
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 known as 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. 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 am not allowed to do some repair work on the exterior 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, based on her estimation.
I tried to keep silent for a few more moments, 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 am getting so tired,” I said,”of the 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 was sitting and stared at me for a few moments. She’s those stares that penetrate straight to the soul and back out again. I was reluctant to say anything at that moment.
Then, placing both hands on her hips, she said,”What would we do without rain?”
I did not know whether that was a rhetorical question or when she was grilling me about our situation. She then turned around and went back to the kitchen to her work.
It did, however, caused me to think a little bit about that. 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 gorgeous land we now have. The farmer’s fields would not grow. The gardener’s vegetables wouldn’t grow.
It’s important in this world for it to rain. Rain has a means of creating everything grow and be healthy.
“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 hills” (Psalm 147:7-8).
A rainy day is somewhat like lifestyle. You cannot make it rain and you cannot make it stop. But, every rain has a positive effect on the world around us.
I can’t control the rain, neither can I control a lot 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.