I am counting my blessing as I am sitting here with my pond creeping up its banks. My house is surrounded by water though it has not made it to ankle deep yet.
The sky is black and the thunder and lighting is loudly declaring and announcing the soon to arrive deluge. I know there will be more water, but when I look at what so many others are dealing with, I feel guilty that I dared complain.
The sky is black and the thunder and lighting is loudly declaring and announcing the soon to arrive deluge. I know there will be more water, but when I look at what so many others are dealing with, I feel guilty that I dared complain.