Whatever the opposite of a drought is, it happened last night.
Flood is such a little word. It doesn't get across what huge stretches of angry brown water we're talking about. It doesn't get across the outside air turning into a wall of water for 8 or 9 hours and the resulting jostling for breathing space that causes on or in dry patches. You know it's wet when frogs are trying to get into the house.
Riley, Rumi and I sat on the bed into the wee hours of the morning. I was watching the rain turning into a lake on the front street and lawns and they were dozing - no biggie. The light would flicker off every now and then and each time spring back and that was comforting, but I thought "Somewhere, someone is really copping it" and sure enough this morning it turns out train tracks have been washed away, and we've gone from a state of emergency yesterday to a state of disaster today. I wonder what state we'll be in tomorrow after the next storm comes through tonight?
Perhaps a state of surrender.