Williamsburg, Virginia
The rain storm (calling it a "rain storm" is akin to calling a Bengal tiger a “cute kitty”) raged into the wee, small hours of the morning (there's that song again), lightning and all. I swear I heard elephants and giraffes and hippos walking two-by-two past the RV.In the morning, we looked out the window and saw a lake. We had six or eight inches of rain puddle, about 40 feet across. We couldn’t get out of our entry door, so we had to go in...