Try and Get Dried Out

I’m fixing to try and get dried out.

Directly after we got thawed out we got saturated. It’s been raining for what seems like an eternity. When it’s not raining hard it comes down in heavy-to-light drizzles. Everything is soggy and you dare not step off the driveway or the walkway lest you sink into the mire.

Mother Nature is going to have Her way, whether it be record freezes or record rainfalls. Right now it appears Her mood has transferred from cold to wet. Water, like human emotion, will find its way. Water takes the easy way, finding the low places and flowing away, while human emotion will take the difficult path and flow directly into pain and suffering.

Would that it could be like water. But alas, it’s not, and will leave you miserable as if you got caught out in a storm, got soaked, drenched, and ended up sodden, cold and shivering and among the miserable.

Last night I listened to the sound of the wetness as it dripped, drizzled and pounded more dampness into an already dank and saturated earth.

And now, here it comes again, driving down in steady patterns on my deck, drowning out and overcoming the normal silence of the night. It seemed as if it was eternal, that the rain would continue to descend upon us until everything just slid into the lake and floated on down to Macon.

On a night like this I prayed that every living creature had a warm, dry and cozy place to brave the storm. But I knew there were many who were not high and dry like myself.

Here it came again, hard, hammering down in noisy wet sheets until the gutters ran over and little waterfalls erupted over the sides of them.

As I considered the vast amount of water coming down I realized that any of God’s small creatures who dwelled in shallow holes in the ground would be flooded, drowned, washed out, or at the least end up among the miserable.

I felt bad for the chipmunks, but as far as the armadillos were concerned, I hoped they all drowned, or at least got washed back to Mexico. Please forgive me, Lord.

Storms, like cold snaps and emotional lows never last, and if you’re a human being, constructed in the likeness of our Infinite Creator, then you are hopefully warm and happy, fixing to wait for things to dry out.