“It was up to here yesterday,” he said to me, pointing at just below his waist. “We didn’t flood during #Harvey until they opened the dam. They didn’t release the dam during #Imelda but look, we’re flooded again.” • The last rainstorms of Imelda finally pushed through the Texas Gulf Coast today. When I walked up, he said “there’s more coming” and pointed to the massive dark clouds just a few miles away. He left his sedan at the front of the subdivision because it couldn’t make it through the first street. The storm fatigue is very real, and the twinge in our neighbors voices (sometimes our own) don’t seem natural, but they’re normal now. • I met a second-grader on the 2nd anniversary of Harvey this year. We walked together through her renovated school. She showed me her (massive) itsjojosiwa bow tied to her blue backpack. She said she lost her Dora backpack in the “big rains.” Her principal told me students like my tiny friend still cry when it gets dark outside during the daytime, lik...