“It’s the Lord, Noah.”
Posted on October 24th, 2005 by Brian Corbino
It is raining again. There are flood watches again. And Wilma is carrying a big pot of moist air north. No, sir, I don’t like it.
If Wilma decides to hang a left and come visit, we are going to be VERY wet in a VERY big hurry. We’re talking 1955 wet. This is, as they say, a Bad Thing.
I hope Wilma decides to be aloof. This is the first time I have ever hoped for a woman to ignore me.