Today was rainy. I went outside thinking what a crappy day it was, but taking a second look, and remembering the writings of Luther Standing Bear on the Lakota view of all weather as a gift of Wakan Tanka, I realized how beautiful the rain-soaked nature really was. Why do we generally despise non-sunny days? Why is "bad weather" even a phrase?I imagine that regarding rain in particular, we personalize and emotionalize it, viewing it analogically as gloomy tears covering the earth. Why should we view rain this way? Would it not be more healthy, not to mention more hydrospherically accurate, to view rainy days as the life-giving vibrancy of nature?
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