When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man’s estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
‘Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that’s all one, our play is done,
And we’ll strive to please you every day.- Twelfth Night
In two weeks, we’ve had over 15 inches of rain, with another two projected before tomorrow morning, when it (finally) dries up for at least a couple of days. Between Lee and Irene, much of my region is underwater again today. Many of the areas that are evacuated and flooded were flooded previously, others who escaped are now underwater.
We’re ok here – the creek is high and dangerous, but I think another two inches won’t kill us. We’re getting along, and for the moment have power (it has been out a couple of times) but this is so hard and so sad to watch. We just need the wind and the rain to stop for a bit, and let us all dry out.
Sharon