After years of drought, devastating fires, and sad, dried-up rivers, causing waterfront restaurants and party barges to fold–and with it, an entire lake culture–Texas is finally getting some precip from that ornery sky. Flash flooding? I’ll take it.
Go ahead and rain on that new trampoline.
Pour down on the rosemary.
Pitter-patter on the deck.
Send the blackhawks to retrieve the men, clinging to the tops of their trucks. I’ll take it. Let the weathermen repeat, “Turn around, don’t drown” until the cows come home. At least the cows will have some grass this year. And maybe, just maybe, the cattle won’t starve, and the price of beef won’t double like it did last year. Hallelujah, it’s raining.
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