A hill on a desert
Rain is a rare mercy
A water-deprived society
Men migrating to cities for jobs
As land cannot support farming
Women walk miles to fetch water
Then came the magic wand of fog catchers
Standing tall on the hills inline to embrace the fog
That looks like clouds and remains there for months
The frame withstands the heavy breeze from the ocean
The mesh lets the mist form droplets of water
Then drain to the bottom of the frame
And through the pipes to the tanks
Collecting hundreds of liters of water each day
To sustain the lives of the people in the region
Giving new lease of life to the farms and farmers
Giving women time freedom from fetching water
Allowing men to return to their native to build lives again
This could be a lifesaver for many communities around the world
This poem is inspired by documentaries I watched about fog-catching technology to absorb water from fog in Morocco, India, and Peru. There are new materials being used instead of mesh. It allows catchment of more water. There are tower-based structures too for catching water. The simplicity of the technology is remarkable. Images are taken from DW and CNN
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