The Flood Phase I: How Can It Be So Harmful?
On a clear, sunny day for one brief hour, a bizarre, windy storm hit Tampa. In that one hour my roof was exposed to the sky – shingles and paper off, just the skeleton of wood. My dry, 90 year old house received the drenching like a 100% pima cotton towel – soaking it up into every crevice and passing the excess on so that it permeated our two story house and landed in victorious puddles on my wood floors. It was amazing to walk through, and to wonder at the fact that it was raining inside! It was dripping from the ceilings, draining through the light fixtures, dancing on the walls and drenching the beds. The plaster ceilings began to crack immediately with the water pressuring for a place to escape. The walls began to bubble as they filled with water that couldn’t break through the paint. Within minutes the ravenous rain had saturated the house from top to bottom.
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