Pennies From Heaven
by Regis Boff
Every time it rains hard I know its a sign of the truth of global warming. When I was little when stubbed my toe, I figured it was God’s doing because I had been bad. We had preachers who on Sunday would affirm that badness was the fast track to stubbed toes. That was a hard row to hoe.
Nowadays I sit at my window and wait for the overflow of melting glaciers to flood my living room. Life is hell.