Where Was The Storm?

Yesterday was supposed to be stormy, but although it did rain, stormy wasn't an accurate description. You can't sing in the rain like this in a storm. But actually Sharon Katz and I would have been happier to have huddled under the awnings for filming.

Israel is suffering from a major water shortage, and the "Yiddishe kup" keeps attempting taxes technological solutions for the problem.  There was even talk of importing water, but at the same time, we're giving some of our limited water to nearby Arab countries and don't supervise to preserve purity. Experts say that the pressure from Syria for the Golan is really for the water.

Personally, the water shortage frightens me more than anything else, more than the political threats to banish me forcefully from my home, more than terrorism.  Maybe that's strange, but it's true; that's how I feel.  It's like a soldier surviving a war and then getting killed crossing the street.

As a G-d believing Jew, I have no doubt that G-d gives us our rainfall as reward for our following His Commandments.  The amount of rainfall reflects our behavior.  What's worrying is that government policies are in direct opposition to our Torah.  It's only a couple of months since Yom Kippur, the "Vidu'i" confession prayer is in the plural.  It's not a private prayer.  Rain doesn't fall for the individual.  The quantity is calculated by G-d for our Jewish Nation.  We must treasure the rain and thank G-d for every drop.