Autumn rains for the most part are soft rains. Hearing the rain on the roof of my carport is the most calming sound I know. If you don’t have a piece of metal somewhere that the rain can hit you should put one in. The rain makes me pensive and that’s a good thing. My breathing rate slows down and I look with dreamy eyes at the lowering clouds. I know rain is not always welcome when you are working with sugar beets or have hay to haul, but for the most part the rain is a fresh perspective as it washes off the dust and sharpens the fall colors.
We need dreamy, pensive moments. To just sit and look out the window and think is a gift of time which we ignore at peril to our mental wellbeing. In these days of trouble and strife the call for peace in our hearts, our families, between neighbors is the only way to look at the world with new eyes and with a more loving disposition.
Driving in a soft rain that falls straight down in a steady beat is almost a gift. My muscles and my brain just slow down to sync with nature. Ray Bradbury, a science fiction writer, penned a short story entitled “There will come soft rains.” A nuclear holocaust has destroyed all human life. In the story ”the rain signifies nature's way or function of cleansing itself. And, following this nuclear explosion and the decimation of the human population, there is the sense that nature is cleansing itself of the nuclear fallout and of the presence of humanity itself.”
The soft rains of fall may be a way of wiping out the anger and bitterness that have addressed this entire year, in fact several years. We have to move on to something better. When immigrants came to these shores in huge numbers it was because they were moving on. They were looking for a new start. The Westward movement beyond the Applachians and the Mississippi River was looking ahead. The Homestead Act that settled our area was for people to find a new start. We don’t have the land to explore anymore, but we do have an inner space that needs lots of attention.
People have survived drought, economic depression and war. Life has never been easy. One author has written that life is complicated and hard and until you accept that you cannot get on with the business of living. It is the determination to work together, and to care for each other that makes the difference. That willingness to look at the larger picture is the route to survival. The cause of justice for all people; an America that can see the vision of freedom and a good life for all its citizens needs to call good men and women forward to vote, to speak out, to serve each other. With this compassion, democracy will survive. Without it, all the good things for which we have worked to make life better for the children will disappear like a dream.