It’s raining again – at least it was when I last looked out of the window. The “April showers” look set to continue into May at least. A couple of days ago we had some welcome sunshine, a break from the rain and a chance to go outside without getting wet any time soon. That’s not the case everywhere where there has been flooding and, as one reporter put it, “the wettest drought on record”. The fact is that apparently we’d need several months of rain like this to replenish the ground water and when it runs off the surface or backs up the drains it isn’t really helping.

Meanwhile, when the sun came out a fragment of verse came to mind: “after the sun the rain, after the rain the sun, this be our way of life, till our work be done” or something like that. It comes from a song I mentioned before (last year) and is copied below. The sentiment is true, I suppose, and it reminds me of the story of the man who was phoned by his son who was in a bit of a state.

“Dad, everything’s gone wrong,” complained the son. “What do you mean?” asked the father. “Well, work is boring, the kids are behaving terribly, my wife and I keep having rows and to cap it all the dog is sick. Life is awful and I hate it,” came the tearful reply. “Don’t worry,” replied the father, “these things happen. It will pass, it will pass.”

A few weeks later they were on the phone again. “How’s it going?” enquired the father. “Great!” his son replied. “My work is good, the kids are fine, my wife and I are getting on famously and the dog is fully recovered.” So the father said, “Don’t worry, it will pass, it will pass.”

Glad that I live am I;
That the sky is blue;
Glad for the country lanes,
And the fall of dew.

After the sun the rain,
After the rain, the sun,
This is the way of life,
Till the work be done.

All that we need to do,
Be we low or high,
Is to see that we grow
Nearer the sky.

Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856-1935)

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