Please, no more rain

Forgive me if this post is incoherent. I am busy chasing two emu into the ark we are building in the back yard.

Beginning early Friday morning, the skies opened up and the rain has poured non-stop since. Our yard is saturated. Our basement full of water. Even our spirits are dampened. And the inhabitants of Chez Ragged have been shaking their fists at the sky screaming, "Stop it. Stop it right now."

I had hoped for a quiet weekend at home, maybe I even wished for a light rain to lull us into relaxing. What I got instead was flash flooding, tornado warnings and booming loud thunder. I spent most of the night Friday heeding the sirens and heading to the basement, where I sat, in the dampness knitting on some Christmas gifts and listening intently to the radio, stopping periodically to talk with my parents who were doing the same (sans the knitting.)

It seems that only Cooper and I take tornado sirens blaring seriously, as we were the only ones that retreated upon hearing them. Cynical, either brave or just simply too manly for his own good, joined us periodically, venturing only to the stairs and taunting us.

Today we have seen much of the same. Rain, rain and more rain. Prepared to stay in most of the day, battle the basement water and knit, I learned that Cynical had other plans. Rain fever had already set in and he was ready to join the rest of our community hell-bent on trudging through the rain, splashing through puddles and generally being drenched. We floated out for lunch and a few errands before coming home and watching movies (translation: naptime for Cynical.)

The weathermen are still battling it out, but it looks like tomorrow may be clearer, not dry, but clearer. We may never dry out. Can humans mold?