A good place to hear the rain early Saturday night was at the free fair supper sponsored by Farm Bureau and AgriGold.
It was a little before six, and everyone was milling around, talking as farmers do, how my crop is and how your crop is and how his crop is. It was drizzling a little just as it had off and on through the day.
Then the rains came.
They came hard, pelting the metal roof, and the 150 or so people in the building turned silent, absolutely silent, since it was the rain's turn to talk. And it did. It was the answer to the prayers of just about everyone inside the Eagle Lake building, whether they farmed or not.
"Let it come," said one person and another clapped. But most just listened to the rain.
It was quite moving, really, how so many people could instinctively know exactly what to do at exactly the right time. But they did the right thing, though, listen to the rain. And what they heard was good.
It was a pretty successful fair week overall, with lots of 4-Hers exhibiting, the tractor pull going on until the wee hours and folks of all ages having just a general overall good time. Fairs have a way of being that, a good time. If nothing else, they offer good memories. Fried donuts. The Watkins man. Kids laughing, mystically morphing from child to adult before their parents' very eyes. 4-Hers proudly showing their animals, whether or not they win grand or reserve champion. Sure, winning is great. But being a part of the fair, sharing ideas, learning and having fun is really what it's all about.
And this fair was no different, really. The same sounds, sights, smells and memories of this year's fair were the same as those from 10, 20, 50 or 100 years ago.
And isn't that why we keep on going?