We’ve had all the windows open and have been enjoying the cooler breezes in the evening, but last night Dad checked the weather and it said we would have flash flooding, possibly 5 inches of rain, starting at 1 a.m.
Mom and Dad closed up the house tight. They were worried about the rain, because the (insert clever insurance jingle here) company had denied fixing the roof, and there is a tiny leak. (Just FYI, Mom wrote a blazing letter, and sent several copies around, and like magic, the insurance company reversed their decision. Now Mom and Dad are waiting for the new roof.) “Maybe the weatherman will be wrong,” Mom said hopefully. Like she said all winter with the tons of snow.
BOOM! Woofwoofwoof! “It’s OK, Maggie,” Mom soothed, as the storm hit around 1 in the morning. (See, “they” are never wrong!) It’s been pouring since that time.
There was a tiny break in the action and that gave me the opening I needed to run to the backyard and “p”. Then the rain started up again, so violently and the wind blowing from every direction, that it actually looked like snow from the window. The magic weather also said there was the possibility of both large hail and a tornado. Mom continues to hope they are wrong. She turned on the TV (which usually means she is going out) so she can monitor the storm.
As for me? I’m taking it easy on my chair. At least until Mom says it’s time to take cover in the basement!
Woof! Love, Maggie