Denis Lehane: Washed up after disaster at the ATM

I thought the farm was going to sink on Saturday, with the height of rain.

Not since the time of Noah has such moisture been seen.

For most, it was a day only fit for the bed, or the high stool. But alas, for those of us chained to the farm, it was a day for housing any small stock that were floating (literally) around the place.