Ugh. Hours of constant rain, slow and steady, combined with the fact that I haven't had it yet in this news market can only mean one thing. Flooding. It's the soggy nightmare that seems to follow me on my news adventures around the country. In Binghamton, it flooded cities and counties, destroying homes and lives and putting the word FEMA into my everyday vocabulary. In Chicago, it struck again, washing out areas from the big city to the suburbs, prompting long lines at FEMA help centers and again, deadline after extended deadline to apply for aid. Today, in Lancaster, PA, the rain has been falling for the last 12 hours and I was just forced to find an alternate route into my apartment complex because the usual one is washed out. It's water, gallons upon gallons of water, and more dangerous than I'd ever imagined before joining the world of news. And after witnessing the destruction it can cause, the devastation it brings to families, I will never take a little rising water lightly. Which is why as the rain falls today and the river and creeks rise, I cross my fingers the grounds are undersaturated and can take the extra water, and that people have flood insurance, and that it tapers off before it can seep into basements and leave behind lingering damage.
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