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In the middle of the night, I am listening to the sound of death. It is the rumble of distant thunder. It is the sound of rain falling.

Why is a life-giving force such as rain so menacing? Instead of nourishing the soil, it is nourishing dark, runaway thoughts as farmers listen to the sounds. This sound of death is the death of family farms. Dark thoughts, growing with each storm, are thoughts about quitting farming, quitting while there is something left.

In eastern N ...