
It'd been a couple of weeks since it rained, so I was pretty happy to see the storm move in. First the wind picked up, and it had a bit of coolness. Then the rain started. I closed my one north-facing window, and went about my business. It was really coming down hard. At one point, I went out on the front porch to watch the storm. I noticed huge clouds of rain blowing from the west, around from the back of the house, so I decided I'd better shut the kitchen window. I don't usually shut it when it rains, because I don't mind if the sink or the dirty dishes get wet, but this time it was raining on the floor. Then I decided to look out of the sun porch. As I opened the door, I realized the west window in there was open - one I'm always conscious of when it rains. I ran over to close it, then I had to go get some rags to wipe up the water. They were near my bedroom, so I remembered that my bedroom window was open. The windowsill and my blankets got wet - no big deal. After wiping off the sill, I went back out to the sun porch to clean up. That time I realized the ceiling was leaking over the basement stairs - like it ALWAYS does when the rain comes from the west - so I ran to get a bucket. It wasn't big enough to cover all the leaks. I ran past the waterfall, into the basement to get a big Rubbermaid tub. I still needed the bucket too.
So I got that taken care of, and came back up to watch the rain. It was still pouring and blowing. There was a lot of lightning very close by. I heard one so close there was just one loud pop, like those "dud" fireworks. The radio announcer said there were thunderstorm warnings in my county for another 40 minutes.
Pretty soon the rain swung around to the south. I had to close one more window. I went back to the basements stairs to check on the leaks, and make sure it hadn't spread. I was adjusting one of the buckets, when I realized there was the sound of water running coming from the basement. I ran down and found that water was pouring in under my basement window and running across the floor. That was a lot of water. It was the entire width of the window, and making little ripples down the wall. My basement floor is very old and very uneven concrete. By some strange chance, the path between the window and the floor drain is the lowest part, so most of the water went that way. Unfortunately, by the time I got down there, there was so much water, that it was heading elsewhere. Fortunately, (I think) there was a large sheet of plastic lying on the floor around there. I was able to put some heavy things on it and use it like sand bags to keep the river in its channel. It didn't contain all the water, though. Water got to some areas of my basement that I never expected to get wet. I was running around down there, trying to pick things up and get them out of the water (mostly cardboard boxes). It was really a pain since my basement ceiling is too low to stand up in. It took me a good ten minutes to get everything off the floor that was in danger of getting damaged. By that time, the water had diminished a bit.
The worst part of it was that I wouldn't have had to scramble if I had been able to clean the basement, like I intended until I got sick last week.
Another storm came though while I was writing this. It didn't last as long, but there was a lot of really close lighting. More than usual in this neighborhood. And some really big bolts - the kind where you can hear the thunder rolling across the sky towards you.