031: deluge

The rain falls hard, threatening to crack open the aged glass of our windows. It's been like this for days now; just how many, I've lost track. Most of the soil has given-up its bounty of living green; now, grasses and gardens alike are drowning under the ponds that have formed everywhere. It's only a matter of time before we'll have to build a boat from the floorboards...or at least, what dry floorboards we have. 'Course, not much is dry anymore. The only thing we have left is that the dam upriver has yet to burst.

Oh no...