It’s pouring outside as I sit at my computer warm and snug on a rainy Sunday morning. Here on the Great Plains in the middle of August, it has cooled down and we are getting rain. So unusual. Oklahoma City is in the middle of the state, and I live about 90 miles northwest of there. It is normally hot and dry in July and August. I always say after tornado season and harvest (June) it won’t rain another drop until October. Hmmmm.

According to the weatherman it is flooding in Oklahoma City. My daughter lives there and she says its not at her house. Who know where the flooding is taking place. But this is unusual for us this time of year. My son is at the lake in the northern part of the state. I wonder what it is doing there. He’s probably not boating.

On October 10, 1973, when my daughter was a baby we had an historic flood in Enid with 16 inches of rain that mostly fell in a four-hour period. We lost some people that night. The old house we lived in sat in the higher section of town and in the middle of the night, I heard water run across the yard and under the floor furnace. But we were lucky. I doubt that we will have another historic 100-year flood like that one, but it is raining and that is unusual for Oklahoma.

So, it seems like a good day for a cup of hot tea and a book or two. Mother Nature is in charge. I say let it rain. Do I have a choice? But that is Another Story for another Time.

What are you reading/writing/creating this week?