Sure, because of the drought and the never-ending bullshit over the confederate battle flag
and all. But also because when faced with a public crisis, the governor decides the best use of his time is to fucking pray for rain.
Look, your beliefs are all well and good, Sonny Perdue, but while you're on the clock, let's focus on some more tangible solutions, m'kay? You can hit the knees and pray for rain at night. You're dealing with some serious shit here, not the 1948 Braves. I'm sure you fancy yourself th Moses of Fulton County, but even he banged on a couple rocks.
Maybe you could ask the local bottling concern to cool it on the Cherry Coke Zero for a bit. Or at least crank out some more fucking Dasani. You could even try to get some conservation laws cooking. Legislature's right across the street, and they have to drink, too. But no, you're going to pray for rain instead. That's just super.
If I lived in Atlanta, I'd be looking to move somewhere more sane. Like Arkansas. Or Yangon.