Rain Rain Go Away, Come Again another Day In the spring of nineteen forty nine from lower Virginia to the Alabama coast it rained. Those who had heard the sirens were still alive. Those who fled the flood waters born from once slow flowing creeks were saved. Those that paid it no mind were now lost, or maybe alone this night praying to stay alive. Josh sat in the Civil Defenses headquarters and had no idea as to what he would do next. Sitting there he watched through swollen and darkened eyes as the Red Cross volunteers continued to work around the clock bringing in food and water. Things right now were insane to him and to all those who sat around him staring blankly into the bare floor. They were wondering what would life would be like when it all came to an end. It had been raining; torrential, miserable cold wet rain for the last four months. It seemed as if the rain was never going to end. He had already lost his house, his crops in the fields, and his livestock as he watched it all wash away one day right before he himself was rescued. His mother and father are still listed among the missing. No one could figure out why God was punishing everyone.
