Rain, rain come today

Outside my window is a monsoon.

Perhaps not literally, but certainly figuratively with the winds howling around driving the rain about like stinging needles of water.

While we need the rain and the farmers will be glad of whatever moisture comes, I am sorry to say that it is too little and too late.

For years we have labored under a shortage. Each year the inches add up until we find ourselves parched and dry under a summer sun that radiates the intense heat of an Easy Bake oven over the valley. For those who haven't been paying attention, this seems to come as a shock to them.

For others, it is a Biblical prophecy about the last days being played out in glorious technicolor made even more glorious to the minds of those who have carefully shared their own sense of personal righteousness with the world as a whole. It is almost as if they believe that a shortage of water will not personally affect them since they are 'good'.

I guess I lack that brand of certitude as I believe the rain falls on the just AND the unjust and that the effects of the judgements of God are not heaped upon the wicked only. If that were the case, it would be really easy to tell who was bad.

Their yards would be brown and crunchy whilst their righteous neighbors had a paradisaical wonderland just over the fence line. There would be lightening scorch marks on their backs while the good people were awash in a glowing light.

I believe that everyone suffers when someone chooses to step out of God's light. Whether that suffering is for the lost sheep or for the agony that the personal choices of one who simply will not work well nor play well with others heaps upon those that still love them and hope for their return to the fold.

Innocent people are made to pay a heavy price for the personal thunderstorms of adversity that come into their lives by the unwise choices of another all of the time. Then there are the circumstances of natural disaster in which everyone is subject to the fluctuation of security and safety without regard for person or status. No one is immune and you cannot vaccinnate against reality.

So, I look out my window and type hoping that we will be the recipients of water that will sustain instead of a deluge that will wash away.