It says in Nostradamus: No Black man can be elected President until it rains Iguanas.
Well, while I was lying in bed feeling sorry for myself, it got real cold out (for Florida) and then it rained iguanas. Really:
When the temperature falls below a certain level, the large green lizards drop out of the trees and litter the ground.
It was raining iguanas at Bill Baggs Thursday morning.
Many of them aren't hurt, though, just in a sort of suspended animation from the cold.
Michael, it sounds like you never saw Magnolia. And cf. Exodus 8:2.
You are right about Magnolia, but NOBODY around here would ever mistake an iguana for a frog.