It started raining Saturday night. I went out to the garage and the big box was sitting against the truck. I scratched my head trying to figure out who had moved it and it took me a minute to realize that it was floating on a puddle of water. I opened the garage door and the water flowed out and joined the torrent pouring down the street. The wind was shaking the truck all the way to work. It was a cool day actually. I liked being secured away in my truck and I was glad I have an indoor job now.
The news said the Missouri River rose thirteen feet. It was a biblical rain. Almost.
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