When the Rain Finally Falls
It rains today, and that's odd. Not the concept of rain, but the fact that it fell out of the sky here, at the place where I live. It hasn’t rained for what feels like weeks, and if the Lords of Weather suddenly decide to open their doors again—then yes, that’s odd.
Nature needs it, though. When I look at the patches of yellow grass visible from my balcony, they seem to yearn for it. Like everything, grass needs balance. It needs just as much sunlight as it does water to survive and thrive. An abundance of one or the other tips the balance too far to one side. Which might be fine, but only for a while. There will be a moment when the natural equilibrium can no longer be restored—a moment when recovery becomes nothing more than a shallow dream.
Not only the grass outside my house seems to be walking on the edge—it feels like the world is currently in exactly the same situation. Wars are raging all over the planet, either already clearly visible or quietly slumbering in the shadows. How much further can some balances tip before they break, beyond repair? No one knows, of course. Roughly 85 years ago, no one knew either. And yet, we now look back at that moment in history and wonder how we failed to intervene, not to prevent what was clearly happening. It’s easy to make such judgments with hindsight.
It rains today. While the grass will not turn green in the blink of an eye, I have high hopes that it will recover eventually, helped along by these first couple of wet splashes. Hopefully, the first of many more to come—with more than just green grass as a result.