But there was nothing you could do. I knew it. So I told you to pray that it would stop raining. So you prayed, and went back to sleep (thankfully). And I called my dad and pulled out a shovel from the garage and got to work. But, after a while-- the rain turned to snow. And it really helped. And we got everything cleaned up. Somehow.
I wish I could do something for you tonight. Something physical that would help you. But I can't. And I hate it. So I'll just be praying.
For the rain to stop or for it to turn into snow.