April was bone dry, and so was most of May, but now it's raining like it did in Noah's day. No real violent wind to speak of as one might expect of thunderstorms this time of year, just a constant rain. There was a flood warning last night for my region.
The good news is that the land needed the water, so this is a welcome relief. The bad news is that it's an awful lot to get at one time, and that can be a problem for those in low-lying areas. And as soon as we get a sunny day, everything green is going to grow like it's on steroids. You'll soon hear the song of my people throughout the land, and that song is the droning chorus of lawn mowers and edgers and weed-whackers and hedge-trimmers.
I'm not sure when that sunny day will arrive. It's not yet in the forecast on my little weather doohickey in my browser. But it will come eventually. For those who don't want to live in a jungle, periodic work is required, and there is always a reckoning.
