The rains came down, and the floods came up

The rains began on Saturday. During the church potluck, the hammering on the metal roof, the frequent discoveries of new leaks, and the water splashing onto the tables added to the normal potluck craziness.

By afternoon, the green belt behind our house had flooded and the water was rising. We crowded to the windows to watch balls, trash, toys, and sticks rush past. An armadillo waddled around on our back porch, and three ducks swam through the trees.



When the trampoline floated off, Nathan ran crying into his bedroom and slammed the door.

The water continued rising till it nearly reached our fence. Then, after dropping eight inches on Dallas, the rain stopped.