Saturday night in Jerusalem. I am in my hotel on the third floor, windows open, writing.
A short while ago I heard a crowd in the distance. A definite cheering. Not chanting, but more celebratory. A rally? Another encounter boiling, emotions running high?
No sign of anything. I can still hear voices. What? A group, or widespread, it's hard to tell.
Then I feel sprinkes on my head as I lean out the screenless window. Is is RAINING! Even harder now.
The city has not had rain in a long while. Like much of an already dry country, it is experiencing a drought. While it makes for a pleasant winter, it is worrisome for everyone. Water is a precious commodity in this land. There is a limited, finite supply, and it is dwindling quickly as demand grows exponentially. A very bad formula. A major concern.
It is now pouring, and the cheering swells just a little. Heavy rain. Constant rain. People in Jerusalem are cheering the rain. Celebrating a downpour on a Saturday night. From apartments and public squares. In the streets. It has been too long.
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