We haven’t had a drop of precipitation at my house in a month and it’s been dry and drought-like in Little Rock all summer. So when we heard a clap of thunder this afternoon, there were literally cheers that erupted in the newsroom.
Soon, rain was pounding the sky-light windows above us. It’s a beautiful sound.
The Bible (in Matthew 5:45) says that the rain falls on the just and the unjust and I’ve often wondered precisely what this passage means.
Is this the biblical equivalent of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem “The Rain Day — Written at the old home in Portland”?:
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall…
Is rain an annoyance, an unpleasantness to be endured by good and evil alike? Or is it an extraordinary gift, extended by God to all regardless of merit?
The answer, I assume, depends on whether the author is living in Portland, Maine or Palestine.
For Longfellow, in rainy New England, precipitation was an unnecessary nuisance.
And for Noah’s neighbors, rain was a death sentence, a divine curse.
But, and I’m just going by memory here, famines are more common than floods in the Bible and droughts more troublesome than downpours.
For Jews in arid first century Jerusalem, water was a matter of life or death. Rain was a blessing.
So rain was good. And is good.