The Rain Worshipper

“i’m only happy when it rains,” moans shirley manson when she’s backed by butch vig & an orchestra of overdubbed distorted guitars enhanced by sythensizers a la trent reznor the genius who is credited in garbage’s first album--- one doesn’t have to be a meteorologist to think that she & her crew may be on to something--- for the rain washes all the dirt away the rain replenishes the earth so that it can sustain another day when damaged endlessly by the cruel sun scorching its surface & all the living things upon it (during the spring and summer months especially, when all the idiots are running round with nothing on & with no sunscreen, etc. to fend off melanoma)--- the rain is what those unconventional people who dwell in the shadows feast on--- and who are these people? they are the ones that choose not to smile when everyone else does--- they are the ones that are not easily amused--- they/we are the ones that run out in the rainstorm & dance naked in the cold wetness--- whipping our hair around in a rhythmic gesture a middle finger in the air to any kind of “creator” that would shine its face down upon us all and communicate destruction with the poker face of peace--- give us the rain when it comes give us the floods the hurricanes the torrential downpour that accompanies it all so that on the days that we aren’t struggling to swim & struggling to float amidst the chaos we understand how fortunate we are to even be breathing--- so that our ever-complaining selves die with the remnants of the wash-away & you & i can wave goodbye to the old selves who thrived only for sun & smiles not understanding that in this pubic hair of a moment in which each of us spend together on this beautiful planet avec all the other plants & creatures who dwell with us, that we must savor every second be it in sun or rain and let it be known that the rain does so much for us and yet is always pelted with insults & “evil” metaphor--- rain, my friends, is getting the bad rap--- and i don’t think i stand alone on the sideline campaigning--- there are thousands, albeit it millions marching for the rain to come and keep our civilization quenched--- news flash: without good ol’ h20 we are all dead as doornails--- so stop worshipping the sun & give it up for the rain.