It is becoming depressive. All this rain, day after day. Night after night. I’m sure the plants are loving it, but folks are wearing out with all the weather radio warnings given throughout the day and night.
You cannot turn on the television without being told how many inches of rain have fallen and how many more are expected. Will it linger or will it be fast moving with high winds and flooding? When will it dry out?
What greeted the emergency crews and the power company employees last night? How many neighborhoods had fallen trees? Will my trees be next? We have already had a few fall — luckily not on the house — and they left a real mess. No lives were lost, thank the good Lord. Power losses have occurred, clocks had to be reset, flashlights had to be refitted with fresh batteries. Emergency crews were seen going up and down the road in front of the house on their way to handle downed wires and trees across power lines.
It seems like we cannot just have a nice rain any more. We have to have warnings every time it clouds up. Will a tornado be headed our way? Will there be flooding? How about strong winds? What will threaten our safety? Any funnel clouds or rotation seen coming our way? It has to be depressive if every day we must confront weather reporters to find out if our day is going to be free from damages.
Imagine the problem grass cutting crews have. Can they meet their schedules? Will it be safe to cut grass already overgrown from rain after rain after rain? Problems, widespread and aggravating. How about all that lightning? Will a bolt hit the roof and catch the house on fire? If we go out for lunch, might we hit a flooded road and become trapped in rising waters? Will roads collapse and be closed as many have during this extended period of rain?
After daily wet weather, most folks would welcome a day off and some sunshine. Mold is growing. Mosquitoes are too. With flooded parking lots and roads, we might be forced to buy a rowboat so we can navigate water-covered streets.
Some individuals out West would welcome the rain, but with our rolling hills and dense tree cover here in Georgia, we face only more rain, say the forecasters.
A friend is headed out West to visit relatives on an Indian reservation. He tells me native Americans are spiritual people. They dress in special clothing and headdress and are experienced rain dancers. They consider water as healing and life-giving and cleansing. My friend offered to tell the witch doctor that we have an over abundance of rain right now and we would like a few sunshine dances for waterlogged Georgians.
Indian power of prayer might just do the trick for us since all else has failed. It’s worth a try.
Jack Simpson is a former educator, veteran, author and law enforcement officer. His column appears every Friday.