The original letter
Dear Father Christmas
The spring of summer rains failed: an early warning sign. Drought is in the bible and drought is in the Koran. In Ethiopia the religions live side by side in peace. In the wrath of nature they die side by side. You can see from the sky the soil in Northern Ethiopia has less moisture than ever as it turns deathly red.
A drought in a country is like a death in the family. It doesn’t define the family. It is a profound burden for them to carry.
The United Nations have warned us that more than 15 million people will be in need of food-aid by the beginning of 2016 due to severe drought. In the worst areas crop yields are down by ninety percent. The water table has fallen. The bucket drags at the bottom of the well.
Father Christmas my request is a simple one: Clouds. Give my people clouds and then let the clouds give them rain. Let the song of rain surround my people. Let the rhythm of rain drum upon my people.