On the 3rd of July, somebody prayed for rain. As usual, it didn’t quite work out like they hoped. On the 4th of July it rained 10 inches, rivers flooded, land was washed away, band new flooring ruined, shrubs, bushes, trash stopped up gutters. The next day, it rained, and the next and the next-maybe a while the sun would come out, people would start to clean, but then it would rain. Insurance companies are elated-this is the mountains-no one has flood insurance!
A week later-its raining buckets, bridges washing out again, yards and golf courses are lakes, banks caving off again. I’m quite sure the rain gods are haunting us! Could someone put up a stop sign, or build an arc?