Rain

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain,
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
And speak my point of view but it's not sane
It's not sane

I just want someone to say to me, oh,
I'll always be there when you wake, yeah
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake,
And it rips my life away but it's a great escape
Escape, escape, escape

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain,
Ya don't like my point of view,
Ya think that I'm insane
It's not sane, it's not sane

I just want someone to say to me, oh, oh, oh
I'll always be there when you wake, yeah
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
I really wanna really gonna have it made
Oh oh oh

Today I look out our large window and I see rain. I see lots of rain. The earth needs it, the firefighters need it, and the camp grounds need it. For the last several weeks the news has been filled with stories of desperation, how the lack of rain has caused hardship and concern for farmers and people who live close to the land. Those of us who complained non-stop in the winter about the lack of warmth, who in June said, “when is our summer coming?” have an uneasy feeling that what they wished for has come to pass. It’s been too much of a good thing!

It’s funny that what we yearn deeply for, rain, companionship, connectedness, peace, justice, feel so far away, so out of our grasp. To hear people talk you would think none of these things have happened in generations. But if we take a step back and reduce the drama of “when is it going to happen” that slips into our panicked tone, we will see that these things we yearn for do happen, and they happen far more than we are willing to admit. It’s like we let this spirit of desperation overwhelm us, control us and take us to a place that is most unpleasant for all concerned.

What I like about this song, this video, these lyrics, is that in the midst of the absence of what we yearn and pray for there are seeds of confirmation, that deep connectedness is present even as we lament. The 150 Psalms contain this wisdom, the Psalmist holding up to God the pain of absence and the Spirit of the Creator speaking to the Psalmist that what s/he dreams for is coming to life, is already present. So the little girl dressed as a bee who wants friends that understand her discovers there are many just like her hidden in the crowds. The days that feel dry and parched are real, but so are the days filled with rain and lush green life.

What this video and the Psalms reveal is that when we celebrate the times of fulfillment we create the memory to sustain us when what we yearn for is not apparent. That memory, that feeling, is much more powerful than we realize. It reduces panic and drama and replaces both with a sense of abiding presence and love.