Before the Flood

It's raining into a bucket; church roofs are adjusting to a weeping God. In the face of these domestic disturbances grandmother's are still cooking lemon-chicken and cherry pie, wondering what the hell for, and why? Generations are gravely concerned, we are forced to import more cheaply made Chinese coffins. For $24.99. we can buy youth in a jar. but wait, for just a $100 more we will sell you a mop to wipe the flooding floor. Good morning America may I take your wagging dog for a walk in a warzone today? The Sunday rain is pelting - wait, is that the sound of tyrannical heels marching? Let's give thanks to all the weeping gods that we need not run for cover, as long as we stay in the bucket, don't make waves or spill over.