Another Day, Another Storm

Earlier this afternoon I saw that we were under the possibility of bad storms. Looking out the window that didn’t seem much of a threat as the weather seemed perfect. Clear skies, perfect temperature, low humidity, a day to love. A day that can lull one into a false sense of security.

Both of my dogs were outside when they started acting out. I had no idea why until I walked to the door and hear the low rumble of thunder off in the distance. I went ahead and brought both dogs inside. Molly being Molly she was trying to get too close to Bella and Bella was in no mood to have her personal space compromised.  I ended up moving Bella to my bedroom and giving Molly some calming treats.

Suddenly there was almost an explosive sound of thunder and the storm was here. Thunder rumbling all around us, sounding mean and ominous for what was to come. With another loud rumble of thunder the sky split and rain pounded the ground so hard and so intense that we had limited vision of the yard, otherwise we were looking at a wall of water falling. I went out and checked the drain that goes under the house and it was clogged. I cleared it praying again not to be struck by lightening. I glanced at the block wall and wished I had replace the block that was removed when they cut down the tree. Rather that walk out into the downpour I hoped for the best. I was very glad that earlier today my son had made sure the back, exit part of the drain was cleared.

I paced the floor, from my seat back to the door to glance out. Molly was showing her fear so we moved her to the bathroom where the exhaust fan would cover all sounds of the storm. Glancing out at one point I saw that water was raising quickly, the drain was clogged. I muttered my mother’s favorite word that she swears isn’t a swear word because of it being a body function. The more explicit word for taking a dump. I hurried outside and shoved my had deep into the water grabbing sticks and leaves and tossing them away. It was obvious when the drain was cleared because of the pop and the sudden draining away of the water. For a moment I watched the miniature whirlpool until I knew the drain wouldn’t clog again. Once I was sure, I returned to the house. Looking out the back window the water pouring off the back of the house was gallons per second.

At one point my son went out into the yard and placed a cement block in place to try and divert some of the water flooding the yard. It worked somewhat, tomorrow I’ll put it more securely in place. Both of us kept an eye on that drain, both front and back to make sure it remained clear. We’ve remodeled this room once already because of water. I did not want to deal with that again and I know he didn’t either.

Finally the worst of the storm has passed and the rain for a moment stopped. We double checked the drain and the block wall. Letting the dogs come out of their perspective rooms we watched as the rain began to fall again outside. This time it wasn’t pounding the ground but a steady fall. More of a summer shower type than severe storm that we had just gone through.

Now, both dogs are outside, having eaten and are now checking out the yard. The cool air coming into the house from outside so different and so much more comfortable that previous nights that were so hot and humid. Checking the weather online, there is no more rain showing. The storms have moved on for the moment. Another day in the south.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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3 Responses to Another Day, Another Storm

  1. John says:

    Wow, you got a serious gully washer! Send some rain out here, please. πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ˜‚

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