I’ve been making my way through Gilead, the Pulitzer Prize winning book by Marilynne Robinson.  One time I did such a thing in a literal way as I was a mere few miles from the location of the  fictional town trying to cross the Missouri following the floods of 2011.

The book mentions no floods outside of the floods of mercy and the floods of travail.  Its literal weather events focus more on drought with rain being welcomed except for one instance when it washed out  some graves and produced a stream that unsuspecting picnickers would find a pleasant spot for their meals. Read more