Yeah, that’s my street…and my oldest and youngest children almost knee-deep in rushing water. Two hours later, we just had puddles.

This is what happens when, as Second Son said when he slopped in from the bus, “Mom! It’s rainin’ out there like Jesus himself is cryin’!”

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Suzanne

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