It rained this evening. It didn’t seem that bad, actually, umbrella weather not hide-inside-for-40-days-and-nights weather. But then, coming home from an evening out, we encountered the Flood.
I don’t know if there was once a river there. This evening, certainly, it felt like there was. Water poured down the street, the rivulets and tributaries meeting at the confluence at Clarendon and 7th.
The water rushed past. The traffic rushed past raising plumes of spray like Bangkok water-taxis. The lights changed in a pattern of colored reflections. (Click on the pictures to make them bigger, and again to make them larger still.)
It’ll all be gone tomorrow, probably.
(Edited to Add: It was. Around 11 p.m. on the 9th, it was like there’d never been a flood there. Though water was still running slowly off our mountain. The forest will probably be trickling water out for days.)