As a child, my father told me about his travels in the Marine Corp. Quite often he would tell me how it always seemed to rain when he traveled to a county, or often joke, “I cure droughts when I travel.” Later while evaluating the aesthetics used to mediate the politics around zoning and land development, I learned that this phrase was often used by those, like my farther, whose job it was to asses, mediate, and if need be suppress conflict in the third world. Their job was to fight the metaphorical encroachment of draught, while carrying the fear that one day our lands would be unable to provide for us. Living in the age of the Anthropocene, reacquaints humans with objects that surround quotidian life. As a corollary to this, the language to describe human action on non-human objects is becoming less sophisticate in describing the phenomena of the natural environment that is now being altered by human-made objects. The very things that allow humans to cope with the land are now becoming the very substances that are leading humanity to draught.