Rain

As I drove to work in the rain this morning, I realized something.  I am incredibly fickle when it comes to rain. Not just me-all of us.  We have a deeply complicated relationship with water falling from the sky. 

"I Wish It Would Rain" is the title to an old song by The Temptations.  Where a man longs for rain to hide his tears-- that doesn't apply to me.  I'm more concerned about watering the sod I have recently planted. Rain today?  Free lawn care.   I'm not going to have to worry about getting out the hose and soaking the tender grass today.

As children, many of us loved to play in the rain.  We ran outside, splashed in puddles, ruined perfectly good shoes and had not a care in the world.  Pure joy.  

The other side of the coin is "Rain, Rain, Go Away.  Come again another day"--We have all chanted that phrase at least once in our lifetime.  Rain can truly be an inconvenience.  Our hair, delayed commutes, the devastation of our freshly washed car--all can be victims of a rainy day. 

Yet, give us a couple of days of 100 degree heat and we are back to "We really need the rain."  . The green grass, the fresh air, colorful flowers start blooming and sometimes we even are lucky enough to get a rainbow.  We smile and quickly forget (and pretend) we weren't complaining at all.

So-- wish it would rain?  Rain, rain, go away?
Honestly, rain called. 
​It wants me to make up my mind.