When I still wore my hair in braided pony tails on either side of my head,

When two plus two was really just four,

And when clouds were made of white cotton candy,

My granny used to tell me the reason why it rained, was because God was crying.

OK, easy to comprehend.

But then strikes of white-blue light would illuminate the gray sky,

And a boom, I assumed heard all over the world, would shake the Earth.

I’d say “Well Granny, if God is sad.. then why is he yelling?”

That was the end of my bliss ignorance.

Because science then debunked my silly hypothesis with apparent facts which stated rain was just a mumbo word for precipitation.

And that precipitation comes from condensation and evaporation,

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

And lighting precedes thunder by at least 7 seconds,

Yada, yada, yada.

I hate science

But I’ve constructed a rather conclusive theory, for the Believer, as to why God was 'mad'.

Even though he cried relentlessly for three or four days,

And why they’ve named this phenomenon “Harvey.”

According to weather.com,

Harvey landed as a category 4 hurricane with prevailing winds of 130mph,

But weakened as it prowled around south Texas.

Harvey broke all-time continental tropical cyclone rain records,

With 40-52 inches of rainfall.

Not to mention, the presence of tornadoes.

Worse than Hurricane Katrina, which devastated the people of Louisiana a few years earlier.

“Truly Historic.”

Yeah, OK.

But through thoughtful observations and common knowledge of the only relevant,

Historical book on the face of this planet,

I have come to a much more startling realization that consist of much more than mere calculations.

Places flooded that I didn’t even think could fill.

Bayous.

Rivers.

Lakes.

All filled to capacity.

They spilled all over roadways,

Snuck into doorways,

And filled plains, open land, and forests’ to the point where they appeared to be an ocean.

Houses swamped.

The water took mothers and their children.

And fathers, and their fathers.

People lost their livelihood in three-four days of rain.

A “Truly Historic” event.

I thought so too.

But then I thought,

Where do I know this story from?

As I was watching the rain pelt on my bedroom window, and watching playfully as tiny birds bathed in the pool that was once my sidewalk,

It dawned on me.

This wasn’t the first time God washed this Earth with his tears.

But He wasn’t sad.

His people disobeyed him,

And as any Father would, he punished His children.

We were scolded.

The Almighty and all his glory wept 40 days and 40 nights,

And in this time,

His tears filled the entirety of the Earth.

Not a corner was left vacant.

Not a soul could run from the waters He commanded.

(Save the lucky fellow who’s ear he whispered in to build that boat)

Just like that He cleansed this vessel of its impurity.

And of course, I considered the hard facts,

the indisputable truth bonded in a promise and a rainbow,

that He would never end his creation in this manner again.

He would instead burn us to cinders with ravenous flames.

However, that’s not what deprived me of my sleep during this grave time.

What really struck me was how close we were to meeting His glory.

Not in the literal sense.

Rather,

The only power and will lies in the hands of something far greater than humanity alone

He does as He pleases,

And to the believers who reference their scripture,

Mind you,

“The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and what which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun (Ecclesiates 1:9)”

Conclusion:

We are never too good to experience His wrath.

South Texas was under water for a reason,

And just because it’s raining, doesn’t mean God is lamenting.

He’s full of vengeance and prepping.