Rain

Several decades ago, the inimitable Isaac Asimov published a short story called "Nightfall" about Lagash a world without night. Lagash had six suns of varying luminosity that took turns shining upon the world, sometimes with a large amount of light, sometimes with very little. The practical result was that the Lagashians had never seen the stars, hadn't developed any concept of what the universe looked like beyond their own planet (how could they, really) and so on. They would have happily lived on like that except for the fact that every two thousand years or so night fell. Once, every two millenia, only the smallest, dimmest of Lagash's suns was left in the sky and when Lagash's large moon eclipsed that, darkness fell. As expected, shenanigans ensued.

Here in Israel we hardly have any rain. It's not as bad as Lagash not having any night but I imagine that the feeling is similar. I've lived in other dry regions in the past: Southern California certainly qualifies, but it just doesn't compare. Living in SoCal I was aware of the need to conserve water, sure. But the lawns were always green, there were rivers and streams that flowed year-round, and if he water we drank always tasted a little funky (the result of having it piped hundreds of miles from the Colorado river), then that was a small price to pay.

Here in Lagash, er, Israel it's different. When the weather forecast on the radio calls for rain, you can just hear the smile on the announcer's voice. There is even a special word in Hebrew for the first real downpour of the year, "Yoreh." Our need for water is so strong, and our relationship with the stuff so tenuous, that I know of no other culture where it is acceptable to toast someone with just water in your glass.

So it's been quite a surprise to us all that for the last four days there's been water pouring for the sky in sheets. Cats and dogs doesn't begin to describe it. I can't remember when was the last time that I could see the traffic lights reflected on the wet pavement. This really is very unusual. The "rainy" season in Israel, such as it is, usually comes later in the year, most often on a Thursday and then it's gone. So this is very different, it's a sure bet that tonight's news will be filled with video of streams running and the people that went down just to see water flowing, not from a faucet, but naturally.

And so, a final word of wisdom from Douglas Adams:

I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?