Rain Makes Corn…

It does, actually. While the rest of the vegetable and fruit crops have been more than a little hurt by the abnormal North Carolina weather, we’re about to have a veritable shower of corn. I think it was the only thing that wasn’t bothered by the FEET of flooding all over my home county today.

Long story short, everyone I’ve touched base with – family, friends, etc. – is safe and sound with minimal damage. Some roofs are leaking, minor basement flooding, full septic tanks and gutters…it’s not no damage, but it’s much, much better than the situation could be. There are sinkholes everywhere, roads flooded out and falling in, and a county-wide “state of emergency” has been issued.

I just got home this evening, and it’s been one helluva day.

Please pray for (or think positive thoughts and good karma towards) everyone in NC and the South who’s been affected by this crazy weather. Insurance companies are going to hate us. I don’t know whether it’s just the climate change humans have created, God proverbially fussing at all the decidedly un-progressive and hurtful things we’ve been doing, or what…whatever you want to call it, shit’s been going down in North Carolina.

But like I said, we’ve been lucky. Though the weather has been absolutely mad, the damage has been minor. We’ve had great friends and neighbors pulling together and helping out. Everything’s going to be alright.

And, aptly due to the water-filled air and earth, here’s a lovely poem called Drench:

Drench – Anne Stevenson

You sleep with a dream of summer weather,
wake to the thrum of rain—roped down by rain.
Nothing out there but drop-heavy feathers of grass
and rainy air. The plastic table on the terrace
has shed three legs on its way to the garden fence.
The mountains have had the sense to disappear.
It’s the Celtic temperament—wind, then torrents, then remorse.
Glory rising like a curtain over distant water.
Old stonehouse, having steered us through the dark,
docks in a pool of shadow all its own.
That widening crack in the gloom is like good luck.
Luck, which neither you nor tomorrow can depend on.


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