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Surviving 300 Years of Rain

It’s been raining here for about three hundred years.

I’ve turned these days that aren’t even colorful enough to be considered gray upside down and tried looking at them from a grateful perspective. You know...sunny thoughts like “This is God’s way of getting us to appreciate little things like sunlight” or “You can’t have rainbows without the rain” or “April showers bring May flowers.” That worked for about two days.

Turning on the nightly news didn’t help either. I can’t exactly remember what the "Up Next" teaser was. It might’ve been something about someone killing someone else and how they did it; or maybe it was about what war might break out next, or it could’ve been about a senior citizen getting scammed, but then again maybe it was just something about politicians being at each other’s throats in between filibusters. I frantically switched the channel in search of something lighter…like the Weather Channel.

The weather guy, who was donning a stove pipe hat, waxy handlebar mustache and a long black overcoat, momentarily stopped tying the damsel in distress to the train tracks only to leer at the camera and let out a “Mmmm-wahahahahaha!!! This rain’s never going to stop! You people will never see the sun again! Mmmm-wahahahahaha!!!” and went back to tying the lady to the tracks.

Okay, maybe I was a little delirious.

Kidding aside, we’re in desperate need of sunlight, but that ain’t gonna happen for a while if the weather folks are right. At the same time, we’re all hungry for some good news, or news that, as a friend put it, is praiseworthy. And we’re hungry for praiseworthy news because we know good things are happening underneath these murky perpetually drizzling skies…right?

Think about it: if news-crawlers and nightly reports are summations of our lives, we’d all be shoving bamboo up our fingernails by now; and if our life goal is to bask in eternal sunlit days, we’ve set the bar at an embarrassingly low level. But we know our lives are more than those crawlers, and we certainly live for more than a weather forecast. Maybe we instinctively remember this. Maybe it’s just common sense.

Either way, I figure that remembering, and hanging onto, the praiseworthy in between the rancor of current events and the raindrops alike ought to be enough to get us through this centuries-long downpour.

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  1. Well at least the forecast says its supposed to snow on Friday...

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    1. Yeah. There is that.
      So...remind me why we live here again? ;)

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