So say there really (I mean literally) was an antediluvian world: a time before the biblical flood when there was no rain. Wouldn’t you want to thank all those sinners for provoking such a turbulent response, such a storm of emotion, that the angels of punishment were ordered to stop holding back the waters of the flood? Wouldn’t you want to thank the sinners and the angels alike for letting rain, something that had never happened before, into the world?
Every leaf and blossom and twig, every natural thing and every thing made by human hands has felt the kiss of rain, the bliss of rain, the touch of consequences forever intermixed with promises. I am just sayin’, I love the rain.