Planting, growing, harvesting, planting. Birth, life, death, rebirth. Dependent entirely on the goodwill of the universe. Grandma leans over the sink to gaze with worried face at the blue sky. It always rains just before it's too late.
Farmers gather while they wait at the coffee shop in town.
We didn't have the money even to take out insurance. Of course, it didn't always rain in time. There have been crop failures because of drought. And sometimes it rained too much. Sometimes just enough.