Rain, yes, rain

Second rain of the season, nice and solid, good for the garden. But terrible for the succah, dripping through the schach.

Officially it's not supposed to rain until after Succot, until after we do the "rain dance," oops! Prayer for Rain. Traditionally, rain wasn't supposed to start in ernest until the pilgrims returned home from Jerusalem, after Simchat Torah. But it rained on Sunday after the murderous terror attacks, and it rained again today. I didn't hear of any terror attack, but just before it began to rain, the beeper went off, rather hysterically. It announced that the grandmother of a terror victim, who's buried here in Shiloh, just passed away.

It's said that rain is G-d's tears.

I remember at our Soldiers Memorial Ceremony a year and a half ago, looking at the tableau of bereaved parents and grandmothers. Those elderly mothers couldn't protect their children from the pain of losing their own beloved children.

Yes, G-d cries. And people murder; yes, terrorists are people, evil people. And the "tikkun," correction is our responsibility.