Last week, I witnessed the biggest torrential downpour of my life. The sky broke open and vented the full force of its fury. At times, the world seemed to be at the bottom of a waterfall. At others, the rain stopped, but the gray clouds kept constant watch, ready for the next outburst. Lightning flashed from the east to the west. Thunder hearkened back to the Civil War, echoing the artillery shells that exploded on Franklin’s battlefields. Or, if you prefer a more peaceful analogy, think of it the way my friend Emily desired it: God was rearranging the furniture. And he broke the plumbing in the process. I’d seen rain before, but not like this. In California, the sky holds a grudge. Its rain comes slow but steady, drizzling for as long as a week straight. The world becomes grey and damp. The rain falls and falls, but almost never heavily, until the storm finally peters out. Not so in Tennessee. Here, the sky lets its anger out all at once. Clouds darken, thunder booms, and it pours. Great sheets of rainwater pelt the ground. Then just as quickly as it started, the storm relents, and the sun emerges once more. This storm came in fits and bursts. When I went out for my morning run on Saturday, I thought I’d be fine because it wasn’t raining. By the time I got back, I was so soaked you could’ve wrung me like a dishrag. But by the next day, the last of the clouds had cleared— and left behind a wondrous sight. So. Much. Water. This time, I had to alter my morning run because my typical route was flooded. But it was worth it. I loved seeing the park in a totally new way. I saw some very happy ducks This bench would form the perfect scene for two lovers— just sitting together, bare feet dangling in the water, enjoying the rich scent of a world reborn. Trees rising over the water like sentinels A new peninsula is formed. Imagine if the entire park were ruled by various nations of tiny people… how would the drastic changes in geography wrought by the flood force them to change? Sunlight gleaming off the water… it looks like fairies could live here. Perhaps the tiny people will have the seek the help of magical creatures to in order to learn the ship-craft they need to survive in this strange new world. Those two little tiny black dots sticking up out of the water are turtle-heads. I tried to get a picture of one closer to the shore but they always swam away when they saw me coming. I didn’t make it to church Sunday morning because the country issued a flash flood warning, advising against driving anywhere. I decided to stay home rather than risk getting stuck in something like this: Since I couldn’t attend church, I spent a couple hours in the park, praying and reflecting on God’s goodness. Then I went on a long walk and explored new parts of my neighborhood. It turned out to be incredibly refreshing. My social life is now more active than ever before, so it was good to spend some time alone. The biggest storm I’ve ever seen thus far has passed, and I ended up grateful for it, even though getting soaked was annoying. I’m thoroughly enjoying spring in Tennessee. The fresh air and longer days invigorate me like nothing else. -Zachary Holbrook
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