There is a nationally syndicated radio show called 'Coast-to-Coast': its subject matter is extensive and hard to believe: the paranormal, cryptozoology, UFO's, conspiracies, wicca, black and white witchery, etc. I find its sincere loopiness comforting and will sometimes listen to it.
Once or twice, during one of our more spectacular droughts, the announcer will lead his listenership – which is vast – in a type of 'prayer' for rain. I had always thought it was a sweet idea.
So. You might have heard that it's a little warm here in Southern California. Humidity is slightly higher than that of a slice of cardboard. And it's a little crisp.
I can look out my window here at work and see a bank of brown smoke which is from a wildfire that has doubled in size overnight. It is just a couple mountain ridges away. Boyfriend's aunt and uncle live in the midst of it and have had to evacuate. They are now waiting at the local high school; waiting to see if their home has been saved.
We have been told, in essence, that if we can avoid breathing, do so. I'm ashamed to say that I have been doing so, and therefore have ingested some of the ashes of the Angeles Forest.
So I have an idea. I'm not a praying girl, but I thought maybe I could get some of my handsome neighbors to give us a thought or two? Something like, 'Hmmm…I really think there's been enough burn and heat out there. So cut it out.", or 'Has a fire ever sponstaneously stopped?" If there was a concerted effort of thought, maybe something could be done to help the firefighters, to end this wretched hotness.