It felt so good to see a blue sky again when I stepped out of the office to head home today. It has only been about 3 days since I saw one. What a 3 days it was. Hurricane Harvey roared into Texas with a fury and lingered all weekend in central Texas. We spent the weekend hunkered down while wind gusted at tropical storm strength and it rained. And rained. And rained.
We were fortunate where I live to my right on the edge of Harvey's reach. It was a lot of rain. Our home sustained some damage and Harvey managed to work his way inside. We awoke to a dripping ceiling in our living room Sunday morning. While that sucks, I can't really complain. So many people on the Texas coast and up through neighboring counties in central Texas got it much, much worse. So many people lost everything. Then there is Houston. Dear Lord. The images of flood waters there are amazing and terrifying - and it's still raining as I write this. Most of the year we pray for rain around here. Now we pray that it will stop.
The roads had dried throughout the day and I couldn't resist hopping on my motorcycle to take a quick evening ride. I was thankful that I could do that. Usually a good ride clears my head but I found myself only able to think about Houston and the other parts of Texas devastated by Harvey. I am thankful to be in an area where the blue sky has quickly returned. May the blue skies return to all of Texas soon.