I know the song says Brother Noah did, but after the past two days of hard rain we’ve had, I’m tempted to.
When we moved to Dallas from Miami, there were certain things I was excited to leave behind. For example, I was glad to leave behind the days of super-high humidity and move to a more arid climate. I looked forward to having hair days where my hair wouldn’t frizz unless I wanted it to. I was excited to leave behind hurricane season and all the trouble of boarding up the house and taking down the awnings and securing all the equipment only to endure countless hours spent cooped up indoors, unable to see outside, playing board games and listening to the sound of rain pelt our metal window covers.
After living here for a couple decades, I’ve only got this to say:Â so much for that idea.
This week, we’ve been blessed by the visiting Tropical Storm Hermine. She’s blessed us with enough rain to fill our entire year’s quota in the 48 hours she’s been upon us. Okay, so I exaggerate. A little. But not much.
Here’s the proof: We’ve lived here for coming up on 6 years now. And never in all that time have we seen this:
Yeah, that’s the pond across the street from our house. This is what it looked like from our garage door:
Overflowing the banks, covering the sidewalk, flooding the street. The spillway across the main road through our neighborhood was up over the road – a good 8 feet or more up from creek level. And shortly after I returned home from teaching my homeschoolers, the entrance to our subdivision was blocked off by police for high water.
The question remains if the rain will stop in time for the kids to get home from school this afternoon. Guess I better get hammering. I’ve got an ark to build.