It's the sheer volume of water that's been dropped on such a small area.
Driving out to the main road.
The road to our house.
Water shooting out from the underground lines
End of the road
The creek under our running trail
The drainage ditches can't handle it
Playground or pool?
Even the trees can't handle any more
Storm damage on our trail
I'm not really sure what the point of this post is besides wanting to share my sorrow. I've lived in this town for about as long as I've ever lived anywhere now. Our family is here, our friends are here, our running trail is here. Everything safe and familiar has been turned upside down. Every time I hear a clap of thunder in the distance I shudder and wait for the next downpour that will bring more devastation. I honestly don't understand how the surrounding towns are escaping with little more than wet basements while we are bearing the worst of every storm but the rain can't last forever. And so we wait for the sun.
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