The West and Northwest are on fire; smoke from millions of acres obscures mountains and hills hundreds of miles away. Crops are withering and dying in the drought as the sun bakes down on them without mercy.
Reservoirs are emptying and not being replenished with rain; rivers and creeks are running dry; dust storms are increasing, the preventive and wonderful plains windrows having been chopped down to make way for factory farming.
As the farmers look worriedly toward the sky, searching for signs of rain to come, so do many of us try to see through the veil of smoke before us…that we might see that which it obscures.
The Earth keens in pain and loss as her waters are poisoned, her mountains and forests are defiled; her atmosphere is made ever more toxic. She weeps, but her tears are dry, and they bring no relief.