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When The Rain Comes, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:39am

Today is the world’s chance.

I only mean it’s raining in this part of Northern California. For all we’re a state of relative hedonists, eating cheese, drinking wine, embracing change, we know how to wait. Summers, as I’ve said, are dry. By autumn, we’ve begun to wait. Our ecosystem needs water. Some years rain won’t come, some several years it won’t come, droughts ensure. Winter arrives, we wait more. This week it’s raining. Let us all dance.

Have a wonderful weekend, under the sun or clouds or covered in snow. The world has a chance.

 

10 Responses

  1. Thank you for the timely uplifting message: a new grandson came into my world today, so I want to believe that he, and all of us, have a chance.

  2. Hello Lisa, For years, Taiwan has seemed rainy enough–it could even pull back a bit. However, if I stretch my memory, there was a time of such drought that they had to ration water–it was only turned on so many days a week. The reservoir was getting low, and there was a real-time website on which you could see its level. Weather for sure has strange and unfathomable cycles.
    –Jim
    p.s. Congratulations to MJ in the comment above!

  3. Nice to think that a rainy day can engender joy!

    Even nicer is a brand new grandchild – so many congratulations to MJ! My own first grandchild was born on Thanksgiving Day (Nov 25) fifteen years ago, and she has been a continuing joy.

    We must work as we can to make sure that they all – and the world they will inherit – have a chance. And may the rain continue to fall where needed …

  4. A few degrees of frost here, and I’m popping out to break the surface ice so the birds can drink as needed. . . Enjoy your rain!

  5. Yes. It never stops being a miraculous joy when we get our first rain. A friend who moved to Grass Valley, and is co-chair of the Sierra Club water conservation committee, was simultaneously getting her first snow. We were rejoicing together at our separate geographic locations. Let’s hope the rain continues, and the snow pack is deep.

  6. You know, I’m no longer sure that we do have a chance.

    It would take such an extraordinary change in human nature and human behaviour for us to alter course now. Our sincerity is sometimes assumed by those who deny the climate emergency, but I truly, truly despair. And that despair is so crushing, and yet so appropriate, so *rational*, that I sometimes find it hard to go on.

    How do we keep hope alive enough to keep doing what small things we can? How moral is it to hope, when a key cause of our situation is our tendency to believe that “she’ll be right, mate!”

    My littlest two will turn 30 in the year 2050. That’s just the beginning of their proper adult lives. I sometimes struggle even to talk to my kids about their future, knowing what we have done, and what we have not.

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