For The Love Of Rain

It’s been raining all week.

When it rains I like to think of it as mother nature emptying her heart. She takes over and puts our feeble plans on the sideline, it’s time to listen.
We get spectacular thunderstorms in this part of the world. When she thunders the earth resounds with her anger, everything vibrates with a mighty energy. She weeps, and the earth drinks.

I feel like my soul heals when she comes. For a soul that endures persistent poisoning through stupid, self sabotage and neglect, she is welcomed with a certain desperation, despite how it might frustrate the progress of work. I think it’s healthy, therefor necessary to align yourself with the cycle of life on earth. Some people believe we ought to return to nature and live among the trees like we used to, but I think that dangerously disregards a fundamental drive within us, one still poorly understood. You don’t have to fully understand something to respect it’s work, it’s purpose. You can prevent it from reaping destruction without undermining it altogether.

This time she gives us is an opportunity to be pensive. Take stock, restore your humility. I talk a lot about women, and feminine, because that is where this world gives birth to new things. Chaos! It sounds like a bad thing, but it is necessary, like rain. It brings the opportunity for new order. Too much of it destroys all order and we suffer setbacks, too little of it and our world solidifies, and starves.
We have made things unnecessarily complex for ourselves, trying to rewrite the purpose of things. Trying to write a story that suits what we feel. Many of us have lost sight of any purpose and so we feel it is required of us to conjure up something that gives us all the meaning a human could have. Many women have lost track of how many men are lost to the tumult of a developing world. Many men no longer understand the purpose and place of aggression. Those who had the chance to learn are dead. Those who watch recoil in fear and disgust. How can we be too afraid to take a thing and look it in the eye, so that we may know it, while others give themselves to it without asking a question? What kind of weakness are we allowing to rule our existence, when we cannot take responsibility for our tiny, individual contributions to our individual welfare?

We’re so bad at conducting ourselves optimally in our private lives, and yet we feel compelled to carry the burden of entire groups! How does this make sense? You are not Jesus!
How narcissistic we have become.

When the rain comes, and you have done nothing to make the dams fuller of water, and you have done nothing to keep the power lines powered, and you have done nothing to fill the holes in the roads, and you have done nothing to help another person overcome his fears and be a contributor to this society that has made life comfortable enough for us to have time for such intellectual preponderance, nothing but surrender some money to people you don’t know. Shut up about it.
Why would you care so much about abortion? Do you care as much about unwanted babies being dumped in sewers? Have you actually thought about the entire problem or do you just have time to plug your feelings into matters that are entirely not yours?

When it thunders, understand that you are ineffectually small to all the big things that bother your wandering mind, and you will remain that way until you die. But you can be a god in your own life, a hero to the person right next to you, a basket of sustenance to your friends, your family. You could be a lighthouse to travelers off shore, a beacon of assurance. But all these positions have their requirements, their sacrifices. A lighthouse never moves, and it stands alone most of the time. A basket is emptied in the blink of an eye, and needs replenishment. A hero tires, and needs his rest, if he even survives.

So when it rains, remember to look after yourself. Accept what your are, change what you can if it would make you better. Be kind, because you’re just an animal. Be strict because you’re a smart animal that needs discipline to fulfill a higher purpose. Be humble, because you have much more to learn than you have to teach.
Most of all, be quiet, look away from all the loudest noise, so you can hear truth when it is spoken. It’s the only job that is yours, and yours alone.

Let it rain, and take a moment to be thankful.