It’s been a few year since too much rainfall was an issue in the Southeast. Mostly hot and dry summers have baked us to sleep. The good ol’ afternoon thunderstorm is almost out of our minds, and then yesterday it rained. There are plenty of colorful ways to describe the amount of rain that was falling. Let’s just say it rained very hard for about half an hour. With the renovations here being buttoned up there were plenty of eyes looking to see how everything would weather the storm. We probably would have made it too, if an empty can and bottle hadn’t plugged one of the main downspouts on the old loading dock sending hundreds of gallons of rain water on a mission for another way out.

Chestnut street quickly flooded a couple of feet deep threatening Honest Charley into a Noah’s Ark scenario. Do you really need to save two of each kind of shifter Mike? Of course I’m kidding, it wasn’t really that bad, but it did have us all buzzing around sweeping water for a while.

Pretty soon we had the water cleaned up and dry floors restored. There’s something in a storm that instantly humbles you. All you can do is watch, and we all turned into kids watching the rain and wind like it was the first time we’d seen it happen. It was a sunny summer day and a few minutes later the water is too deep to drive through right in front of our building, a friendly reminder that things can change in a minute.