{"id":4738,"date":"2019-01-07T07:23:03","date_gmt":"2019-01-07T15:23:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=4738"},"modified":"2020-06-23T19:32:33","modified_gmt":"2020-06-24T02:32:33","slug":"the-reconsideration-of-rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/of-walking-in-rain\/the-reconsideration-of-rain\/","title":{"rendered":"The Reconsideration of Rain"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s one of those days when you must embrace record rain or surrender.<\/p>\n<p>You can walk into it, like I did earlier, and reconsider this and that. Rain is good for the act of reconsideration, an act of the heart and mind that feels like a lost American art these days. Doesn&#8217;t everyone want someone to reconsider them? Someone even wrote a song about it&#8230;and Warren Zevon covered it well. <\/p>\n<p>This kind of rain requires some good rain reading material. Of course, in moments like these, I go to Simenon and Maigret and immortal lines of rain from an author who never treats rain with clich\u00e9. It is a character in his murder mysteries. <\/p>\n<p>I have only a few copies of my rain book left. I wonder who is reading it? <\/p>\n<p>I much prefer the phrase, \u201cIt came out of the rain,\u201d rather than, \u201cIt came out of the blue.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>There is tiny river running outside my window. I just saw a garden gnome float by.<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t get the image of a homeless man I saw recently out of my mind. There he was, in the shoulder of a rural road, miles from anywhere dry, standing under some conifers, it was raining with prodigious force, and he wore nothing but a blue tarp and yellow booties. He posed like Christ on the cross. <\/p>\n<p>I set aside Maigret and return to Jill Lepore&#8217;s magisterial new one-volume history of the United States, These Truths. I&#8217;ve read dozens of these kind of American histories, but hers is unique. She doesn&#8217;t come out and say it directly, because professional historians aren&#8217;t accustomed to making huge metaphorical leaps in their thinking when it comes to understanding our nation&#8217;s past, but I intuit she knows slavery, which rooted and prospered in the sunny climes of the South, led to a nakedly unjust Constitution that favored the South and built them into a power disproportionate to their free peoples, an equal power that still undermines our nation today. We&#8217;ve yet to truly live up to the ideal. Not even close. I wonder if I&#8217;ll see another effort in my lifetime? I so wanted to Lepore to digress and think: Had there been rainy climes in our South, no slavery, a better nation. Had we been a nation of rain instead of the sun, well, things would have turned out much differently, much better. No sun. No slavery. Rain. 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