April Showers

It started raining Tuesday, but not so hard. Wednesday morning I was even able to get out and run five miles before it got really bad. But then really bad it got. Getting two boys to school with umbrellas in rain boots is about as bad as school drop-offs get. Especially when one of those boys is only two and doesn't quite have umbrella-holding down. We had one errand to run in the morning, but came home immediately after so we could laze about the house and watch the rain. And watch the rain we did! Watch the groundwater fill up in our window well, is more like it. Right before lunch I texted Chuck to come home and help get that water out, which he did. When he left an hour later, all was well. Until he hit the roads, which were now rivers. He would have fared better had I given him a kayak. So he picked up some stuff to enable him to work from home and came right back.

But then...hallelujah of hallelujahs...when school was let out, the rain let up. It was a miracle. We donned boots, coats, and umbrellas and decided to walk to our little creek. (BEEP BEEP BEEP...Before you continue reading, take a look at the first picture in this post. This is the exact spot we were going to check out. Note the little creek in the first picture. Note the size of this creek. Its shape. Its color. Now you may continue.) When we saw our little creek had turned into a full-on western river, well, I knew we had to trek to the park to see Rock Creek. I mean, look at this! It's full and raging. Spectacular.


As we approached Rock Creek, the playground, and the soccer field, it became clear that we weren't nearing a creek. We were nearing a small lake. The creek had overflowed its bed and spilled onto the playground and soccer field. In the first picture, you can see that the water came up to the bottom of the swings and slide.


And here you can see the trash cans in the way back. Look how covered they are! Isn't it incredible?! (Look here for views of what this park looks like during non-storm times and hurricane times.)


Before we got to the park, Rhett complained about what seemed to be a fruitless activity--taking a walk. On the way home, however, we heard nary a complaint. He was only mad that we didn't let him swim. Sorry dude. Maybe during the next storm.