More Rain
When I first spent time in a very rural community, the tiny town of Bishop, Texas, where my partner and I set-up an Internet relay station in the closet of a local bakery (that is another story), I chuckled at the ‘locals’ obsession with rain. All conversation began and ended with speculation on the likelihood of rain, the effects of recent rain, and opinions on whether or not more rain would help or hinder the local cotton or sorghum crop. Bishop was surrounded by thousands of acres of each, and the obsession extended beyond the farmers – Mr & Mrs Kaizer, our landlords and owners of Bishop Bakery were no less attentive to the weather. I didn’t connect “rain” to the prosperity of their bakery at the time, but given a little thought, it is obvious now - -
Now, In less than a year, living in a ‘town’ just a bit larger than Bishop, but still with a population under 1,500, and annual rainfall considerably higher than Bishop, but still susceptible to drought, I declare a self-realized ‘right-of-passage’, and declare myself a ‘rain-worshiper’ (or ‘aficionado’, at least).
THIS rain, the one that has just passed over my hay, could not have been better if I had custom-ordered it from the Rain Gods, and had it delivered at the time specified. It came in three stages - - light for 15 minutes, then pause - - medium for 20 minutes, then pause - then heavy (with thunder, lightning, and one ‘power blip’ for 40 minutes, before heading off to the north. The sand surrounding my cabin is holding about a 1” puddle, that will be gone in a minute – perfect amount of saturation. Oh, yeah! THAT will grow some hay, Momma!
Life is good - - -