Flash floods! Wind! SAG Awards!

Rain of biblical proportions is falling on Los Angeles (Flash floods! Wind! Snow!! scream the local weather watchers) but the red carpet is still scheduled to unfurl for Sunday's SAG Awards (under a protective tent, depriving George Clooney of the chance to gallantly toss his tux jacket over puddles for stiletto-wearing starlets).

If you don't count Critics Choice, and most people don't, this will be the first nonpicketed full-regalia ceremony of the season. Whither Oscar? No one knows for sure.

Celebs may be counting on Sunday's event (Cruise is coming!), but it's really the media that's salivating, reports THR's Kimberly Nordyke. Outlets are throwing every available reporter/anchor/perfectly coiffed frustrated actress at the event.

Does this mean another heaping helping of Billy Bush? Oh snap.

SAG is prepped, though, even giving the press more room by lengthening the red carpet -- 20 more feet of asinine questions!

Speaking of weather, our brother blogger Ray Richmond gets a tear in his eye when gazing upon a beautiful rainbow that cast an ethereal halo over Hollywood yesterday. Could it be a sign that the draining writer's strike will be settled soon? C'mon, says Ray, there has to be a more realistic explanation than that.

Stay dry, all, and check back here Sunday for some of our patented semi-coherent awards coverage.