The word of the day, the week, the month, the year is most definitely: rain. As in, it is pouring once again. The state I live in is officially saturated and the small brook on the side of my house that is dry for most of the year is now threatening to overflow its banks. My driveway, in such situations, becomes a stream, and then a lake.
At this point, it is merely unpleasant in my neighborhood. I do hope it stays just that and no more.
We live in a bog and on the edge of a flood plain–there is always water and just that bit more–well, who knows what could happen?
Tomorrow the sun may shine. So they say. But we’ve heard that one before.
For now, we have rain. And more of it.
myfanwy collins 