When I was little and it rained outside, my mother would say, “The angels are crying.” When there was thunder and lightning, she would say, “The angels are bowling.” Things like this are very real to little kids, and I’m sure most people reading this remember believing it or something similar when they were little. Such is the magical life of a child. Things are taken at face value.
And why shouldn’t they be?
Because the thing is, I don’t know if I ever stopped believing in the
angels crying. After all, angels are
supernatural or spiritual beings recorded in various religions and mythologies
all over the world. Everyone has heard
of angels. They seem to be attendants or
messengers for a higher power. Believing
in them doesn’t make them exist, but not believing in them doesn’t make them not exist either. If an angel is just an intermediary between
Heaven and Earth, and if the Earth is really very thirsty for some water, is it
too much of a stretch to believe that the intermediary has fulfilled the need
for rain?
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| Angel upon the water. |
The water cycle is explained to us in elementary
school. The all-powerful sun evaporates
the water. (Even with rain, the Sun is
crucial.) As more and more steam enters
the air, the clouds gather. They start
to get heavy when the steam mixes with tiny particles in the air. When they get too heavy, they break up and
crash down to the land as heavy rain droplets or hail or snow. When the weight of the world becomes too
heavy, the angels cry. Then the sun
starts the process all over again.
Perhaps that’s why angels are always pictured in clouds with
fluffy wings. Or sometimes they’re
pictured terribly, wielding a frightening and horrible power. Perhaps they find the positive and negative
charges up in the clouds and when their wings blow the air hard enough, a huge
discharge of electricity is seen. Giant
flashes! Flashes within the clouds
themselves, and flashes of unseen negative electricity reaching toward the
positively-charged ground, which then responds and produces a terrible flash
upward. Strike! The angels are bowling.
And who’s to say it’s nonsense? I’m the keeper of the woods and streams in my
area, and I say it’s good.
