It’s been pretty dry here lately. So dry the grapefruits in the country are orange sized. No water = terrible grapefruit. So we prayed for rain.
I have some advice. Make sure you want what you’re praying for, because you just might get it. And then you can’t complain.
It rained for more than 24 hours this weekend. And I don’t mean it was cloudy and drizzly for 24 hours. I mean the heavens opened and poured out all it’s watery host upon us. And by 24 hours I mean 26 literal hours of continual downpour. Not the nice kind you can sleep to. The kind where you think your house will cave in. Then it would let up for a bit and just be a nice soaking rain. Ten minutes later my roof was collapsing again. This went on all day and all night and into the next morning.
In Richmond we close church if there’s a bit of snow on the ground. Here you close church because you can’t cross the river street. We didn’t cancel, but we were probably 1/5 our normal size. I walked to chuch in flip flops and my pants rolled up like shorts. I had to ford the street. Not only am I not lying to you, I’m not even exaggerating. If it sounds ridiculous that’s because it was. I’ve never experienced such continual, drenching, amazing, desperately needed rain before.
I didn’t take pictures because my camera isn’t made for snorkeling.
-j
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Praise God for answered prayer. Next time pray for a slow steady rain that will soak in instead of running off. I know about those river streets. You were brave to go out. God bless!