Sunday, November 30, 2014


Today, after more than a year of drought, we get a true gullywasher of a storm.

It beats on the roof - our flat roof sounds like a drum head. The sound ebbs and flows with the gusts of wind, first a gentle patter then like pebbles flung hard or poured from bins.

It overspills the gutters and drips, into flat puddles. It cascades onto the deck, drops bounce and spatter off the flat arms of chairs.

It flows down the driveway like a stream, a creek. Ever flowing down the hillsides, down the culverts, through the drainage pipes into the creek, the canyon and down to the sea.


M. Bouffant said...

I hope you all didn't keep most of it on your side of the mtns.; it just started here & is only drizzling.

smalltownme said...

Wow! We just got a tiny sprinkle up here.