Clouds and no rain

Have you ever wondered why some clouds bring forth rain and some do not? Have you watched the clouds and hoped for rain, only to be disappointed?

If you were a farmer, you would understand the let down, especially in times of great famine.

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We live amidst famines of various kinds. Some people look to the sky for a miracle, but most give up, lose faith, and put their hands back into the ground. When no rain seems to fall, men and women search through the dirt for something, anything, that might suffice. They accept the ditch's discharge in return for a bit of wetness, a memory of rain.

This reality speaks. It speaks about the perpetual dater, who is like a cloud bringing no ring. It speaks about the addict, who's lifestyle is honest about his craving for something like a permanent fix, but who only knows how to buy on the short-term. It speaks about the loss of hope and the apparent victory of dissatisfaction. It speaks about the need for fulfillment, for consummation - the end to the beginning, the rib-rejoined. But with famine, as the prophet Moses recounted his forefather Joseph's telling the people, the whole seven years were consumed by the following seven, so that the former were forgotten. When you forget the beginning, you tend to forget who made it so good, and his purpose in doing so. Thus, some scorn the sky, as if waters would again mist above the land to water the earth. Ironically, those waters left for the same reason.

Famine comes for a reason. If it does anything, it leads to a fork between Repentance and Bitterness. You choose the road you'll take, one finds a spring that ever-overflows, and the other finds a fire that is never quenched.