I’m sitting in my cabin watching it rain. It’s tapering off now, but a few minutes ago it was really raining. What’s odd is that that’s all it was doing. No thunder, no great flashes of lightning striking the ridgelines, hardly any wind.
Just rain. It started steady, then got hard, then got really hard. The ground is saturated right now, so it was no time at all before the water started standing on the ground rather than soaking in. Anywhere it’s not level – which is nearly everywhere – it started to run off.
I’ve dug a ditch at my front yard, so the little gully to the east of the cabin will drain that way instead of sheeting across the yard. The little rise at the side of the gully began to dump water into the ditch. Of course it was doing that all along the gully, and soon the gully started to run. The ditch began to flow, deeper and faster. All the gullies flow to the wash. I looked out my rain-streaked window to the west, and saw water flowing on the edge of the wash fed by just the three gullies coming from the ridge into whose crotch the Secret Lair so moistly nestles. If it’s doing this a mile to the east, the water is hitting a big plateau which drains to a couple of canyons like funnels, miles and miles long. They come together and form the headwaters for this particular wash. When they run, that’s when we get flash floods.
The rain has stopped for the moment, and the little torrents from the gullies have stopped. But I might hear the rushing any minute, when the wash cuts loose and becomes a river for an hour or two. It’s cool – normally with a hard rain I’m dealing with the wind and the lightning, scared dogs and a Joel who’s not as calm as he’d like to be. Storms here mean it. But right now it’s just water. I can watch the process of the thing. That’s kinda rare.