My House Flooded
Blog Post 3: Today Our House Flooded... To say it was a surprise is an understatement. It hadn't rained like this in nearly 30 years in our area. The last time I remember rainfall like this, I was a 14-year-old riding around with my parents, surveying the damage and thinking it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to our sleepy little town. Twenty-eight years later, I sat watching water slowly creep into our living room, and all I could think was how defeating it felt. The night before, I barely slept. Maybe three hours, if I was lucky, before our cat woke me with an urgent chorus of meows. Once I finally got him settled down, I couldn't fall back asleep. Then came the first clap of thunder. By 4:15 a.m., the rain was coming down in sheets, and my phone blared with the first of many emergency alerts. Tornado Warning. Not a watch. Not a "conditions are favorable." A warning. Somewhere nearby, the atmosphere had decided today was the day to try and spin it...