A prayer for Texans in need of Noah’s ark

When it rains and keeps on raining
and there’s no real end in sight
there is flooding and the death toll starts to rise.
While the dreaded drought is over,
what was bad gives way to worse.
It’s no wonder Texans gaze toward the skies.

Yes, their highways are like rivers.
Gushing waters flood their towns.
Homes and hopes are (without warning) swept away.
Rains of Biblical proportion
find folks drawn to Noah’s ark
as they kneel down on the soggy ground to pray.

Lord, please part the clouds. Have mercy!
Change the pattern of these storms.
Grant an upper atmospheric pressure shift.
May evaporation hasten.
May the makeshift lakes recede.
Give the drenched a needed faith-inspired lift.