It was ten o’clock in the morning but the day was dark gray. Soon the sky turned a shade of wet cement as it began to drizzle. The fetch picked up as the front of the wall of rain hit home. I was cowered and ducked as the thunder clapped right over me echoing around the sky. How could the clouds hold so much water? The rain fell fast and hard and formed streams around me. If the storm was just a brief squall, I could understand its intensity, but it did not let up for hours and the flood began.

Some people dance in the rain, others simply get wet.

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