When It Rains

“When it rains, I don’t mind being lonely, I’ll cry right along with the sky. When it rains, I don’t pretend to be happy, I don’t even have to try. When it rains, some people get down, they’re sporting a frown so they fit right in. Yeah, the sun may brighten your day, but if I had my way, I’d take the rain.”

Once again, greetings! Today’s post will be short and sweet (he’s lying, don’t believe him), so let’s get right into it. The above lines come from the song “When It Rains” by the Eli Young Band, and I thought I’d blog a little about the lines in the chorus. Or ramble. Mostly just ramble.

There’s something wonderful about a rainy day, isn’t there? The sound of fat raindrops striking a glass window, the rumble of distant thunder, and the delicious coolness that comes with it all is simply marvelous. With a hot drink, some good music, and an engrossing book, it’s one of the most wonderful experiences one can have. But there’s more to it than just that. Sitting and reading a book is one thing, but being out there is quite another.

There are different emotions that one can feel while being out in the rain. If it’s during a sunshower, there’s a sense of being alive as the sun shines down on you and yet the raindrops are falling. It’s bright and sunny and cool and refreshing all at once, and the contrast makes such a delicious feeling that you can’t help but feel alive. You feel as if you’re finally living. And it’s glorious.

But when the rain pours down with all its fury and the wind lashes through the trees, and the dark blue sky seems to be alive as it churns, and the thunder goes boom, boom, boom, and the lightning lights up the sky with a terrific sound that seems to split the world in two—it’s then you realize how small you are. How insignificant you are compared to all there is out there. How tiny and meaningless you are as you look at the majestic and powerful Nature that’s been created and placed here.

And you can stand there and feel the raindrops strike you in the face and hear the lightning strike and the thunder roll and smell the wetness and you can embrace it. You can embrace your smallness. Your insignificance. And you can realize that ultimately, we aren’t as important as we make ourselves out to be. And as you embrace it, you can accept the feelings that come. You can be lonely, and you don’t care. This is the truth. This is how it is. Behind the façade of constant happiness that isn’t always quite real, you can realize that you don’t have to pretend to be happy. Because it’s not the truth.

Other people pretend to be depressed and down to belong to the group that realizes the truth. But they pretend. Those who realize and embrace it know the truth. And it’s the Truth that is important. The Truth is not a lie. The Truth is what’s real. What’s honest. What’s raw. It gladly admits that all is not right. It welcomes the fact that there is more to life than pretending to be all right. And yet, it also believes that there is more than what we see here. That there is something greater.

What is Truth? God is Truth.

Less than three,

“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.” –Jerry Chin

One thought on “When It Rains

  1. Very good. It was thunderstorming like crazy here today. And I got that surreal feeling when I put on “Awake and Alive” by Skillet while watching out the windows. Somehow, even though it doesn’t make sense, I agree that it feels like you’re connecting with a different world…

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