As a walked the block and a half from the bus stop to my car Monday night one word keep going through my mind. Deludge. I was soaked 5 seconds after I stepped off the bus and by the time I got in my car my clothes weighed more than I did.
This was only the first of many havey down poors that followed threw the night. When I woke up at 4am, I was sure my parents house had flooded. I prayed school would be cancled. I was right. On both accounts.
6 inches of water filled my parents house for about 3 hours. Just enough water, and just enough time to ruin just about everygthing sitting on the floor. This isn't the first time. Its the 6th time water has distroyed everything in their house. The fist time, when I was 10 (I think) it came as a great shock. And I cried as I had to throw away some of my toys. Now we realize it's all just stuff. My mom and I could not fill the trash bags fast enough as my nephews helped my father ripe up what was left of the carpet.
Does the whole thing suck? Yes of course it does. There is a lot that needs to be fixed. Somehow the family will help my parents muddle through. And in the end the stuff won't be missed on bit.