My neighborhood is laced with the tributaries of Little Difficult Run, and when showers are heavy these timid trickles become raging torrents. I've seen bridges lifted off their moorings and deposited downstream. I've seen small lakes form as creeks flood their banks and become rivers. I've seen trees topple, their roots torn from rain-loosened soil.
Today's deluge is not enough for that. But it's enough to make me remember.
(Before the storm.)