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It’s storming hard outside and it’s dark. Normally, this is not my favorite type of weather. Yet tonight, it’s so peaceful listening to the rain hit the ground and the roof, and the thunder start loud and roll off into the distance. The lightening seems to be an explanation point as if the weather is speaking profound sentences. I am grateful tonight for the rain, watering our ground and my new seeds in the garden. When we moved here the area was in a severe time of drought and people were nervous about the potential permanence of it. The local water and sewer authority sent out regular updates about the record low levels of the lakes, asking people to conserve. The radio heads talked about it daily and casual conversations in store lines were sprinkled with news about which plants and trees were already dead. It was an unusual time, especially for us having come from the Great Lakes state with many inland lakes and rivers, a big draw for recreation and no remembered threats to our water supply.

As it rains and I am comfortably tucked inside, ready to read a book or watch a movie, I take a moment to be still. To be grateful for the replenishing rain and to remember that there are millions who would like to hear this sound right now. China has been experiencing the worst drought in 60 years and because they are the world’s largest wheat producer, this is creating global havoc on the price of food, which of course threatens the very core needs of humans. They say, in fact:

World food prices are at record highs. The soaring price of food is placing millions at risk of malnutrition and hunger, and is stoking social and economic instability worldwide.

I hear the beautiful noise of this storm and realize it is not to be taken for granted. How I pray it will carry itself to dry lands tonight.

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