So Much Water, Unable to Share
On a trip to Woodstock, NY, yesterday, I decided to drive past a powerful river, the Sawkill, to see how it looked a few weeks after the Hurricane. Woodstock and other places in the Catskills were hit very hard in the storm, and I was heartbroken to see how many homes had all of their belongings out on the front lawns, ready to be hauled to the dump.
While the flood waters had receded, I was astonished at how much mud was churned up. The water was a churning reddish brown and full up onto the banks.
Flash floods are something I have never had experience with, gratefully, and had never understood how water could just rise so fast without people knowing it was rising. During Hurricane Irene I understood. After 8″ of rain even a stream near my house that is usually, in August, flowing at barely a trickle , was suddenly roaring whitewater. The stream exploded and it seemed it happened out of nowhere.
Imagine a river like the Sawkill with every little stream tributary like mine feeding it. Yes, it suddenly exploded, taking homes and livelihoods.
During Hurricane Irene, during such torrential downpours and flooding rivers, everything was surely very wet. It is hard to imagine the drought in Texas when so inundated. We are just at the mercy of dramatic weather, whatever type we have. We can’t share it. We had more than enough to go around, I wish we could have.