Not Enough Sense to Come In Out of the Rain

It's the crazy lady on the bike again. Ten blocks to the library, this time In The Rain. Oh egad, I have lost All. Good. Sense. It's a toss-up as to which was funnier--my spiky wet hairdo or the startled glances from the street.

Common sense told me, Your Hair Will Mess Up. Your Glasses Will Spot. Your Clothes Will Get Wet. Your Body Will Catch Cold. (Thanks, Mom.)

But that got me thinking about systems. You know, the Way Things Are Done Around Here. Here being, Normal Middle Class America. The system I bumped up against sings "The rain's a pain, stay mainly in car lane." (Thank you, Audrey Hepburn.)

So I bucked that system. Why shouldn't I ride in the rain? It wasn't storming. I like rain. I used to spend hours as a child, sitting by the big picture window, watching the rain come down. And in our red sedan, I'd trace the raindrops as they slid down the windows into never never land.

And how about this? Just before heading off to church this past Sunday, I caught my boys outside, riding their bikes in the rain. The Mister and I each did a hellfire and brimstone sermon shouting Get Out Of The Rain You Ninnies, You're Sopping Wet, You'd Better Get In The Van Right Now So We Can Learn About The Love of Jesus.

Looks like I'm the slicker calling the galoshes "wet".

Maybe I am all wet. Biking in the rain, what nonsense. But instead of my usual desire to complain, I felt connected. Connected to the God who sends the rain, the souls who enjoy it, and the earth that needs it.

And that makes good sense to me.