L’Arc d’Noah

The heavens have opened, and no longer separate the waters above from the waters below. It is raining here in Phoenix. The baked-clay lawns and flat streets do little to absorb or channel water. The streets are flooded. The sidewalks are flooded.

It’s going to be a bad morning, tomorrow, for anyone who’s parked their cars in the lower level of the garage. As it turns out, the entrance to the garage was not properly graded, and the excess water from the street has been funneling right on in. If you were parked at the bottom, your car is submerged.

That’s going to be awkward to explain to your insurance company.

It rains so rarely here, I actually enjoy it. Plus, I have the advantage of being one of the few people in Phoenix who owns an umbrella. Just as well that I wear sandals, too, because the streets are ankle-deep. Woo! It’s wet out there!