Dry! So dry! Someone in this great nation please send us poor Floridians a bottle of Perrier. We’re parched. We’re thirsty. We’re drought-stricken. We’re all going to be on fire soon. And well, this is just ridiculous because five miles that way is the great Atlantic Ocean, and a few miles that way is the Gulf of Mexico, so how in the heck can you be surrounded by water but dying of thirst? How can that be? We shouldn’t be the ones begging for rain. We’re tropical. We have rivers, lakes and even water parks. But here we are, desperate and dry. When we want it to rain, we get nothing. When we don’t want it to rain, a hurricane pulls into town like an unwanted house guest who sleeps on the sofa, eats all our food and then throws such a big, fat party that the power gets knocked out and the yard looks like the Rolling Stones played there. How about moderation? Just a little rain would suffice — those cool, sweet teardrops that fall from above, turning all our wonderful dust into mush. That’s about all we have left — dust — although a year or so back we started planting all native Florida plants in our yard that could care less about water and don’t even wear sunscreen. But it’s still not easy. You know you need rain when your roof starts to wilt. When you spend more on water than gas. When the birds start … Continue reading Rain Rockets and the Big Florida Drought