The crack of thunder woke us a bit after 3 A.M. I stayed awake for while, but the thunder and lightning retreated.
The storm returned full force about daybreak--if you can call such a dark morning 'daylight.'
I took the above photo from the sliding glass door around 8:30 A.M.--didn't think to deactivate the flash so raindrops and reflections are greatly magnified.
It was lighter an hour later and the force of the rain was less violent.
Puddles glistened, but the boy cats, who usually want to splash, were content to spend the morning inside.
Across the road, Big Creek was on the rampage.
This is the 'ford' used by 4-wheelers and the folks who have camps up on the ridge beyond the meadow.
The water is almost over the road.
Jim, undaunted, took the red truck on an errand in town.
He carried the camera with him. Going north past our house, this is the submerged bridge less than a mile up the road. [We don't have to drive that way to get out, but inquiring minds need to know the conditions of the nearby roads!]
The road to the main highway goes past Gina and Matt's house.
The creek has overflowed into the meadow bordering the road.
More water where it isn't meant to be.
The rain stopped after noon, and I hoped the sky would clear.
Looking north toward the worst of the road flooding there are a few breaks in the clouds.
The boy cats ventured out when the rain quit. They came back in with very wet feet and their belly fur damp and tangled. Good thing we have clean quilts, bedspreads and cushion covers where soggy cats can recover from outdoor adventures.