Sixth Day of Forty

If memory serves, this will be our sixth day of rain. Not just rain, but RAIN. We have had rain and thunderstorms every day for a week. The news tonight spoke of major flooding in the Atlanta area, but thankfully we have been spared that.
Everything outside is waterlogged, moldy, and covered with mildew. The wire screens on our porch are covered with slugs crawling desperately heavenwards trying to escape the puddles. Even the armadillo that lives in our backyard has sensibly headed towards higher ground. All he would have to do is to step out into the torrent that covers our front street and he would be rushed quickly down towards the pond between our subdivision and the old Pinecrest Lodge.

If it keeps up, we'll have to follow Noah's example. And build an Ark. Or Joshua's. And put on our raincoats and scooter gleefully up and down the sidewalk in front of the house, soaked to the bone and singing. William, apparently, has more sense. He's staying inside with Dad watching Phinneas and Ferb.