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Contributor Post Created with Sketch. Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Over There, the Rain Beats Down Old Ladies with Ugly Sticks

 

In English, we say, “It’s raining cats and dogs.” Explanations for why we say this are numerous, and all fairly dubious. In other lands, other stuff falls from the sky during heavy storms. In Croatia, axes; in Bosnia, crowbars (I’m sensing a pattern here); in France and Sweden, nails. In several countries, heavy rain falls like pestle onto mortar. In English, it may also rain like pitchforks or darning needles. While idioms describing heavy rain as the piss from some great creature (a cow or a god) may not be surprising, a few idioms kick it up a notch (so to speak), describing the rain as falling dung.

And then there are the old ladies falling out of skies. Sometimes with sticks, sometimes without. Sometimes old ladies beaten with ugly sticks. The Flemish say, het regent oude wijven — it’s raining old women. The Afrikaners, more savagely, arm the old women with clubs: ou vrouens met knopkieries reën. Yes, good ol’ knobkerries — ugly sticks, indeed! Afrikaners and the Flemish speak variants of Dutch, so it’s not surprising they share cataracts of crones, armed or not. Why the Welsh also share them is more of a mystery, but yn’ Gymraeg, again we find old ladies raining with sticks: mae hi’n bwrw hen wragedd a ffyn. Traveling to Norway, we find the outpouring of old ladies beaten with the ugly sticks: det regner trollkjerringer — it’s raining she-trolls.

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I came across this delightful short poem while searching for a Quote of the Day. Since it includes a cat and water, it seemed appropriate for the Group Writing theme of Raining Cats and Dogs. The final line of the poem contains a common phrase in use today, made popular by Shakespeare in The Merchant […]

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“Tell me, burnt earth: Is there no water? Is there only dust? Is there only the blood of bare-footed footsteps on the thorns?” “The wilderness and the wasteland shall be glad for them, And the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose.”

Eric Whitacre is a conductor and composer with matinee-idol good looks, personal magnetism, a slick marketing strategy, and arguably common sense, too: he recommends young composers not waste time acquiring training in academic theory beyond what they need to write music that sounds good. Whitacre is beloved in the choral world, but also, sometimes, disdained — for being overrated (he is, although overrated can still be good), for being gimmicky (also true, though his gimmicks often land), and for writing music “suffused with a sense of easy spiritual uplift… Everything [is] maximally radiant and beautiful, and beautifully sung. And that [is] the problem.”

If that’s the problem, it’s a problem many composers would like to have. Or at least it’s a problem many performing musicians wish the composers whose music they have to perform had. Our disdainer continues, “Whitacre is so sincere I suspect he would glow in the dark.”

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There are two major monthly Group Writing projects. One is the Quote of the Day project, managed by @vectorman. This is the other project, in which Ricochet members claim one day of the coming month to write on a proposed theme. This is an easy way to expose your writing to a general audience, with […]

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We’re experiencing a short drought in theme posts, so I’m doing some cloud seeding here. Group Writing themes help generate conversations that are not necessarily about politics or current events. For August, our theme is “Raining Cats and Dogs” All you need do is write a short post to start the conversation. Perhaps you could […]

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Yes, it continues to rain cat and dog songs. Now we are getting gusts of popular tunes. Let’s start with Big Mama Thornton and her 1952 “Hound Dog:” Preview Open

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We are all aware of a certain musical about felines’ feelings, or some such thing. Perhaps it is one of our guilty pleasures. But were you aware of a canine counterpart, of a sort? In the great tradition of This is Spinal Tap, Best in Show, and the unforgettable And God Spoke (the Making of…), a short […]

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It was raining, cats and dogs (well, a witch’s cat and a sort-of werewolf with bones for brains – she really shouldn’t say that, even in the privacy of her own thoughts, but bless him it was true) were taking cover, and she still had to finish this blasted potion. Never, never, never, the dripping young woman thought to herself, brew a potion from a recipe book that actually specifies it be made ‘on ae righte blasted heathe on ye first true dark midnight after th’ full moone, and thatte at the height of ae summer storme’.

But here she was, soaked to the skin and getting more and more drenched by the moment, frantically stirring a bubbling cauldron with a long hazel stick (‘exactlie five foote in lengthe’), as the wind blew against her trailing black cloak and threatened to take her with it. She’d already seen her hat go whistling away over the horizon. ‘I tried to tell you,’ said a voice from under a pair of wet, flattened-down ears somewhere in the undergrowth.

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So your friends called again, Urging you to slip the chain. You’ll have a brew, Preview Open

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So many videos, so little time. I’ve found a few open days. Nature abhors a vacuum, so brace yourselves! We’ll start with a classy take on cat songs. No, there will be no show tunes from a certain alleged musical…unless you drive me to it! Aaron Copeland wrote a short piece for piano entitled “The Cat […]

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Who plays it best? Black Dog is a blues rock song composed and first performed by Led Zeppelin. It was the first cut on the A side of their fourth album, creatively titled Led Zeppelin IV. Heart, fronted by the Wilson sisters, Ann and Nancy, have the strongest cover version, decade to decade. Hey, don’t click […]

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Oh, how I hated those words! Nothing so annoys a young kid in a fit of anger or sadness as being told “Don’t smile!” by one’s mom. It ranks right up there with “Now shake hands” or “Hug it out.”

Dag nabbit, no, I want to pout! I want to hold a grudge. I want to cry or complain. Maybe I could even get revenge! Maybe I could languish or indulge. Hey, I’m hurt, so the world owes me a bit of selfish time!

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While brainstorming about about this month’s Group Writing Theme, It’s Raining Cats and Dogs, I asked my millennial and teenage kids if they knew what the phrase meant. “Yes Dad”, they answered smugly, “it means it’s raining hard”. That got me thinking about other rain related idioms and how I could incorporate them into conversations […]

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Your friendly Ricochet weather forecaster here, announcing a projected long dry spell ahead. After a lovely set of summer showers to start the month, we have only scattered showers ahead. But there is hope for those who want to go splashing in puddles or singing in the rain. We’re looking for a series of cloud-seeding […]

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I used to run out in the rain when I did more honest work. God’s mercy on the working man. Head back soaking up the welcoming cool. In the spring seeds need just a few drops to break the earth and reach toward the sun. Acres wake up and millions of invisible seeds swell and […]

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This isn’t an account of Raining Cats and Dogs as much as it is a story of the flooding that resulted.

Mr. Cowgirl and I had both been raised in a world of animals. His family did cattle ranching, and mine did dairy farming, and that world always included cats and dogs. Our barn cats had an essential role in keeping the cow grain safe from rodents. Beef cattle and milk cows will follow directions from dogs much more quickly than directions from humans.

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I double-dog dare you to top the first few posts under the August 2019 Group Writing Theme: Raining Cats and Dogs! Lots of days left, if you’re not a scaredy-cat! Don’t be a wet blanket, come in out of the rain, especially if you’ve not written here before, or in a long time. There are plenty […]

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I thought I knew what a hailstorm was. I’ve seen hail fall everywhere I have lived. It tends to be pea sized. It might sting a bit if it hits you. Ah, but everything is bigger in Texas. Over a three year period, I had the honor of serving with a great group of Army […]

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It is monsoon season in the Desert Southwest. Monsoons, in the American Southwest? Yes, indeed. While the desert, by definition, gets little rainfall, rain tends to arrive in bucketfuls, rather than sustained showers over longer periods. The way rain falls brings blessings and, in this fallen world, curses.

Visitors, and new residents, will be surprised to hear “monsoon” applied to the summer rains in the American Southwest. We all carry images of the far shore of the Pacific Ocean attached to “monsoon season.” If you lived for a time in the western reaches of the Pacific, monsoons are absolute bucketfuls, indeed water towers worth of water delivered from the sky. Add wind and you set sideways sheets of water, utterly drenching everything. You could say it was raining Great Danes and tigers.

Look at rice paddy designs, bermed to capture large volumes of water, terraced around hills. These were designed to capture such massive rainfall, harnessing it into food production. Rainfall in the desert hits and runs off, or evaporates if it stands in a shallow catchment. This is why massive engineering projects were needed to sustain larger populations and large scale agriculture in the Desert Southwest, capturing the seasonal surges behind dams, larger and smaller.