The Rain Song

Tuduetso Pretty Nkunyane, God’s own. Loves life, loves to laugh and her greatest prayer and hope is that each person can have an encounter with God. A member of the Seventh Adventist Church who loves the arts and would love to see them incorporated in worship more and writer behind Ring Finger Confessions post on social media. Enjoy!

I am a Motswana, from Botswana and I was born and raised in the beautiful streets of Gaborone.

Rain holds a significant place in the lives of Batswana and translated to Setswana rain is pula. Our currency is called the PULA, our national slogan is PULA, when we bid you farewell and wish you well we send you off with the blessing PULA e go nele tseleng which means ‘may it rain on your path.’

When I was a little girl I was taught 2 different rain songs. Whenever it rained we would run outside and jump up and down in the rain singing,  “ pula, pula nkgodise ke tla gola leng” directly translated to English it means ‘ rain, rain make me grow, when will I grow up’.

Each time thunder would sound we used to say it was God’s laughter and we would laugh along. Every time lighting would flash we would strike poses because we said it was God taking our pictures.

The second rain song I was taught I learnt in school and it went a little different to the first one both in language and in meaning. ‘Rain, rain go away come again another day, little Tudu wants to play’.  Each time we sang it we were doing it just for the amusement of the teacher and it felt just like another school task we had to complete in order to pass. Our young hearts had no time or room for complaint or negativity towards something that brought us so much joy.

I am a Motswana, from Botswana, born and raised in the beautiful streets of Gaborone and when I was a little girl I was taught 2 rain songs but only one has stuck with me up to this day.

 “ Pula, pula nkgodise ke tla gola leng”

‘ Rain, rain make me grow, when will I grow up’

As children we understood that rain means growth, it means rejuvenation, it means progress, it means renewal of life. But the older we get the more we seem to fear the rain and the possibilities it brings, we panic at the first sight of rain clouds gathering in the sky.

The older we get the more faint the voice of God becomes to us, the more we become doubtful and the less we trust in the promises of God all because of a little rain every now and then.

I know, sometimes life just feels like one huge storm. Some days it doesn’t just rain but it pours, and we (myself included) feel as if God is nowhere near us or our situation.

We find ourselves desperately groping in the dark trying to find a way of escape or atleast a stop/pause button so we could calm the storms of our lives and just stop the rain. Our screams seem to get lost in all the chaos and our thoughts are so loud and panic ridden that they become so clouded that all our hearts can beat and shout is Master master the tempest rages  and we don’t even hear Him say  Peace be still, not to the storm but to our hearts. We get so choked up from leaning on our own finite understanding that we don’t hear Him say be still and know that I AM God.

We get so consumed by the rain that we forget the rain song, we try control everything and fail to surrender it all to Him so much that we forget the rain dance. But if we could just stop for a moment and listen we would hear that still small voice remind us:

 “ Pula, pula nkgodise ke tla gola leng”

‘ Rain, rain make me grow, when will I grow up’

We would realize that God has always been there and we need not panic. Storms are part of life because they are a part of our refinement process. He would never let us go through anything we wouldn’t be able to handle.

Every single time you have heard the thunder He was right there beside you holding your hand and walking you through the terrifying sound, and each time lightening would strike not only was He watching you but He was carrying you to less frightening lights, the light of His glory.

Every time it rained or poured in your life God was right there besides watching you grow from the experience, even during those times He didn’t send that rain your way. Yes even during those times He tried to stop you but you insisted on walking right into the eye of the storm and when you got there you screamed, Mater the tempest rages, carest thou not? He has always been there slowly guiding your feet to the familiar beat of the rain song.

“ Pula, pula nkgodise ke tla gola leng”

‘ Rain, rain make me grow, when will I grow up’

Maybe it’s the Motswana in me, maybe its my childhood memories of singing and dancing in the rain.

But I want to believe God will never send a storm my way to destroy me or rain on my path if He is not going to teach me to dance through it.

Maybe its my love of the strong beautiful earthy aroma that lingers after it rains, but I want to believe God will never bring rain or storms my way if He has no intention of carrying me through them.

I am a Motswana, from Botswana, born and raised in the beautiful streets of Gaborone and when I was a little girl I was taught 2 rain songs but only one has stuck with me.

With Love, PTN.

 

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