Monday, June 26, 2006

When It Rains

For an instant this weekend, just a second, I looked out the window and wondered what we would do if it did not stop raining, ever. It's hard to complain about a heavy rainfall when there are people in the world whose homes have been completely washed away, but anyone who doubts the power of water was not in the metropolitan DC area yesterday. We got soaked.

Currently, our backyard looks like an aerial view of the Bikini islands: mostly ocean with occasional dollops of land. We could hold luaus. To say that we need to consider regrading the backyard is an understatement. The problem is that the only way to drain water from our backyard seems to be to send it onto the neighbor's property, and I really doubt that's a successful way to play nice and make friends.

The rain laughed at our 'gutters', which are really decorative leaf holders, gushing over the sides and whizzing right under the drain spout which was vomiting gallons of water of its own. For sport, the water lifted the drain spout thingie which is supposed to direct water away from the house, and sent it cruising down the pathway in true Love Boat style. I think we heard Julie on the Ledo deck arranging shore activity (and just because it bears asking: what the hell IS a Ledo deck?).

We also learned that the purpose of a pre-purchase home inspection is to assure you that the house is not going to fall down. That's it. Our inspector pronounced our home leak free, yet I wish I could invite him over to watch what happens when five inches of rain fall at the same time. Two of our windows starting crying after an hour of the deluge (I briefly entertained drawing an image of the Madonna in the glass and seeing how much money we could make. For window replacement).

My in-laws, in town visiting, asked if the heavy rain was normal. That was the moment I got alarmed. My in-laws lives in Alabama. You know you have a problem when a person from a state soaked in humidity from March to November is raising an eyebrow at your rainstorm.

This morning, we awoke to news that the Wilson Bridge was closed and that one of the metro stations had four feet of standing water on the tracks. A metro station downtown. Meaning indoors. And closing the Wilson Bridge is like closing the Erie Canal. It is not done unless some big barge is coming through. Everyone in a fifty mile radius of the White House was late to work this morning.

It's supposed to rain on and off all week. We were in the middle of a drought. It has most decidely ended. I'm grateful for that and would like to thank the person who did the rain dance.

I'd only suggest that next time, they be a bit more specific.

1 comment:

Patty said...

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