Aug 21 2008
A Super Natural Rainfall
What I would do for a day of sunshine. Here in central Florida we’ve had hour after dozens of hours of rain and wind. I feel soaked to the bone, and I’m inside my window looking out.
I’ve yet to hear a preacher inform his listeners that there is a reason why the tropical storm named Fay has sat its fat ass over our state and flooded many a neighborhood (so to speak, a storm doesn’t technically have an ass). But that doesn’t mean preachers aren’t penning their upcoming Sunday sermons to reflect the theme. The reason, of course, would be divine retribution for the preacher’s own favorite form of bad behavior.
Me, I think somebody ought to inform the folks over at the brand-new Central Florida School for Native American Weather-Dancing (I made that up) that apparently their god or gods can’t tell the difference between practice and the real thing. So cut it out!
The latest on of the movement of “Fay” over at the National Hurricane Center reports that the storm is “nearly stationary.” Groan.
When the sunshine does return, and flowers blossom, I will be relieved. In the meantime I will turn to photos to refresh my eyes.
