RAIN DANCE sjnathan It had been so long since any rain at all its very smell was lost. Grass turned orange then white-earth cracked, grayed and tossed its dust across the withered crops. Farm reports were dire about drought and rising cost of precious corn and soy. Animals went hungry or to early death while fear itself bossed the banks and markets. Then television news broke a story about a farm family in the south in the midst of a good soak. As the cameras rolled and the commentator spoke a lone child whirled in the rain and broke into laughter. Then I will give you rain in due season, and the land shall yield her increase, and the trees of the field will yield their fruit. Leviticus 26:4