It’s starting to rain already, and I wonder if it really will be like they say. Sometimes I believe that, now that it has finally begun, the rain will never stop.

I am going to be honest with you – it really scares me.

It’s sitting in the back yard, and the neighbors all think I’m crazy, first bringing in all the wood, then the band saw and hammer and nail gun going at all hours of the night. “Why don’t you just buy a boat?” they’d ask me. But they didn’t understand, and now the rain has started, and I fear that it will never stop.

It’s not the way I thought it would be. It’s not like the first time: two of each animal and olive branches and all that. I couldn’t even tell you how I know, how I knew.

I’m going to be honest with you – I don’t even believe in God.

It was just a feeling. I’m not quite sure how to explain it. And now I’m in my house, sitting at the kitchen table, writing this all down because I feel as though I should get it out of me.

Pretty soon the floods will begin. Again.