Gods are unavoidable.
The more you flee from the God, the more surely you fall into his hand.
The rain is the great stream of tears that will come over the peoples, the tearful flood of released tension after the constriction
of death had encumbered the peoples with horrific force.
It is the mourning of the dead in me, which precedes burial and rebirth.
The rain is the fructifying of the earth, it begets the new wheat, the young, germinating God. ~Carl Jung, The Red Book, Page 243