I had been hoping for rain. We had planted some bushes and put down some sod in our backyard, and I knew that a couple of good rains would help them take root. But even more, I wanted the rain to wash away the nasty green tree pollen that has been covering every outside surface for the past couple of weeks. I’m allergic to that stuff, and I was tired of going through my days with a scratchy throat, headache, itchy eyes and non-stop sneezing fits. So when I heard the forecast for this past weekend’s rain, I was actually happy.
I should have paid just a little more attention to the details. The prediction wasn’t just for rain, it was for tons of rain, falling for three days and two nights, often quite heavily. The empty flower pots I have lined up next to garage, waiting to be filled with spring flowers, are now completely full of water instead. My house and neighborhood is on high ground, but hundreds of people in my area are faced with flash floods, rising rivers, and water in their basements. All I wanted was enough rain to water my plants and wash away the pollen. But what I got was enough to make me think it might be time to start work on an ark.
It turns out that rainfall, like many things in life, is good only when it comes in moderation. Because as of today, I am officially sick of rain and more than ready for it to leave. I am tired of constantly checking our basement to make sure no water is leaking in, or backing up through the sewer drain. (We had that happen once and it is not an experience I wish to repeat.) I am sick of feeling like a jerk when I make our old dog to go outside to do her business in the heavy rain, but not at all willing to risk her having an accident in my house. I am well aware that the “drowned rat” look is not flattering on me, and so I would rather not walk around all weekend looking like one.
I’m not sure if the lesson here is “be careful of what you wish for,” or simply that “moderation is the key.” Both adages have truth in them. But at the end of a long, wet weekend, I think the real lesson for me is to simply learn to be more flexible and willing to deal with whatever the day happens to bring. I might not have appreciated the rain, but being forced to spend the weekend inside did mean I finally got around to some household chores that had been hanging over my head for a while. And since we couldn’t work outside, my husband and I decided to go to a movie at the local mall, followed by a nice dinner afterward. It may not have been the weekend we had in mind, but it turned out to be a pretty good one.
There’s an old saying that states, “Into every life, some rain must fall.” And I count myself lucky that all I had to deal with this weekend was actual rain, and that I was even spared the worst effects of that. And when I think about it that way, I realize I really don’t have anything to complain about at all.