Suddenly, the sky
opened up and a torrent of rain was unleashed.
"No! This can't
be happening, not on my wedding day!" said Monica, to her father. She
almost burst into tears.
"Honey," he said, as
gently as he could. "Spring weddings are like that. As surely as you plan
an outdoor wedding, the weather can force you to change your plans. It's not
the end of the world." He put his arm around her shoulder.
"It just feels like it is!
I don't know how anyone can like, much less love the rain. Dad, what is it
about the rain that some people love so much?"
"Love the rain?"
asked her Dad. "I do too."
"How can we love
something that makes us feel so wet, cold and uncomfortable?"
"As much as the rain has
its negative aspects, there are just as many positive things that can be said
about it. For instance, warm raindrops bouncing off our faces, make
us feel good and give us a sense of well-being. The patter of the rain
on the rooftop is a pleasant, soothing sound to listen to in the wee hours
of the morning. What better reason to spend a day doing other things than
cutting the grass, washing the car and working in the garden. Water, coming
down freely from the clouds, fills our lakes and rivers continually. It raises
the water table in our wells. Our drinking water is enhanced and purified."
"But Dad, it's my wedding
day! What am I going to do?"
"Honey," said her
father, after a moment of silence. "I have already walked three of your
sisters down the aisle. Your mother and I knew that this might happen. We hoped
that it wouldn't, but just in case, we made a back up plan with the
pastor. Want to speak with him about it?"
"Thanks, ever so much, Dad,
you and Mom are the best! I am going to call Tim and let him know that we
have
a change in plans."
"Let's talk to the pastor
first," her Dad suggested. "Look, the sun is coming out again!"
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