Today it rained. For places where the rain falls regularly and sometimes, perhaps, inconveniently, this may not seem something to be trumpeting to the heavens. But trumpeting I am! Because rain is so cherished and needed in this dry, dry place where the summers are scorching and everything suffers from drought. This evening I heard on NPR that this is the driest winter we've had since they began keeping records in the 1940's. That's dry. When we have a dry winter, the water table lowers and by July our well cycles off because the water isn't there. I've been worried that this coming summer might be a bad one -- I'm still concerned, but have the hope that a rainy pattern might develop before summer arrives.
This morning, while my students were writing in their journals, I played some Native American rain dance drum music. I wondered if this might help the rain come down. The children thought that it would. I think that they might have been right. Rain it did!
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