Lightning Striking Again


The Creek

No, this is not going to be a post about the oldies song by Lou Christie or falling in love. Quite literally, it is going to be about lightning striking again… and again… and again… and again.

This past weekend, my tiny little town outside of San Antonio, Texas got hammered with a little over six inches of rain in under two hours! (If you don’t know anything about South Texas, all you need to know is that it doesn’t snow and the summer’s are usually very dry.) At around 11:00pm the rain started pouring down and our dogs that were outside started jumping up and scraping our back door to try to get inside. The power went out, which always makes me mad because I will never go into a dark bathroom with a huge mirror, which mine has, in fear of Bloody Mary popping in to say hi, and I was officially awake.

Broken Limb Over Fence

At about the same time I got up and heard the dogs going nuts, I went and turned on the floodlights in our backyard to get a better look at what was going on. There is a stock tank in the back of my family’s property and when it rains hard the small creek that feeds it quickly becomes a class 2 whitewater rapids river. The floodlight’s were drowned out because the rain was so heavy (Ironic name for a light, that doesn’t work well when it’s raining , huh?) and I could only collect images of my surroundings during lightning flashes that transformed the night sky to daylight. The creek had swallowed up the normal banks of its flowing path turning the terrain around it into a new waterway. As scary as it sounds, my house has never flooded. Island, yes. Part of the creek, no. With this in mind and sleepiness catching up to me, I decided to go back to bed and get some sleep.

Broken Limb Up Close

The next morning when I woke up, it was no longer raining, so I went outside to see everything. There were debris in the road, remnants of another waterway had formed from a clogged culvert, and I could hear the creek’s low roar. I made a right and walked closer to the creek towards the side of my house. I saw two of our trees had broken. One was in our backyard. We had a small deck area built-in the tree to have picnics in when my nieces and nephews came to visit. The deck area was fine besides a broken top rail, and I was grateful it didn’t take out our entire fence. But the 2nd tree I saw was worse. In all of my 19 years of living at this house, I had never seen a tree look quite like this one.

To Be Continued…


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