The Book of Chaos: Michael's Account

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He stood there in his room with his arms stretched out. His fingers reached out into the air and grasped nothingness as though he were grasping string. He pulled in and then he set his fingers again, like a puppeteer without a puppet. When I asked him what he was doing, he said 'I want it to flood.' When I told him that the hurricane wouldn't reach us, and that it was turning south, he said that it didn't matter, that he would reach what he needed to. Sure enough, part of the storm broke off that night and rained heavily on our city, but when we awoke to no power in the morning, there was no flood. Despite that, we went down to investigate the water. During the night 7 inches of rain had fallen and the water level was momentarily flood stage, but it wasn't longer than that. When I told him that's too bad, he just smiled and said that there was more to come. After going around for a little bit we headed back, and found a disturbing thing: the water was higher than when we left it. We went on and he stayed behind, watching the water rise and seeing the resulting flood. They called it a 100 year flood, reaching a flood stage of 43 feet. Water had rained north of our position and just took that long to back up. Of course, he said that he would try it again when he could. Months later, in the spring, the flood stage was 46 feet.