Books and banter by W.H.Manke

I once heard a Don Cossack men’s choir sing a number of their folk songs.  Not only did they sing beautifully, but the lyrics of many of their songs spoke of experiences we all hold in common, and so they touched me deeply.  Even now, after many years have passed since I heard them sing, I find myself sometimes humming one of their tunes.  The title of one of the songs they sang was “Alle Tage ist kein Sontag”.  Translated it means every day it isn’t Sunday.  The words of that song reminded each of us  listening that in addition to the Sundays of life some days are laden with storm clouds.

Well, the weatherman predicted lots of clouds and rain for this weekend.  Kids sometimes call rain liquid sunshine, but for many others it makes the day gloomy.

So what can I say in ten words or less that’s an encouragement for this weekend?  Maybe this will help.

At the end of every storm the sun will appear.

Have a fine

weekend in spite

of the rain.