The heavy weather just arrived. It had been predicted for c. 0600, but I woke up to nothing more than damp sidewalks and a gray sky.
A couple of minutes ago, we had some preliminary rolls of thunder, nothing much. Then lightning flashed overhead. Then it did it again.
Now the rain’s coming down in sheets, and we’re getting three and four lightning flashes in a row. It occurs to me that our new home is just downhill from one of the highest points in Brooklyn.
How is it where you are?
Note: Mike Fitzgerald, all’s well here as of 8:40. We’re getting a bit of runoff from the front area and rather more runoff from the garden, but the drains are handling it, and the basement is dry.
Update, 10:00: I spoke too soon. Shortly after I posted the foregoing, our television let out several beeps and advised us that we were now under a flash flood alert. Then the rain really came down.
That was impressive.
I went downstairs. In the basement, we had water coming in at the foot of the stairs to the back yard—not coming down the stairs, but leaking down from the top of the doorway. Naturally, as soon as it hit the floor it headed straight for the nearest stack of book boxes.
While Patrick moved the boxes, I put on a rain poncho and headed for the back porch, where standing water was getting deeper at an alarming rate.
Here’s the setup: the area directly adjacent to the back of the house is paved, and is a couple of feet lower than the rest of the yard. Then there’s a retaining wall broken by two sets of steps, a paved walk that goes around the yard a couple of feet in from the fence line, and a second and higher retaining wall six or seven feet from the back fence. Under normal rainfall conditions, runoff comes down the steps from the two ends of the walkways, and vanishes down a drain set into one side of the paved area.
Unfortunately, leaves and other bits of yard waste kept blocking the drain. I first tried using a push-broom to clear them, which didn’t really work, then scooped them out by hand, which sort of worked only I had to keep doing it over and over again, and the water was continuing to accumulate. So then I had Patrick hand me down my restaurant-gauge pasta strainer from the kitchen, cleared the leaves one more time, and slapped the strainer mouth-down on top of the drain. It worked. I was relieved.
The weather’s clearing now. Relatively speaking.