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.
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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.