So it's been raining, more or less, since Thursday, but yesterday was the ne plus ultra for rain here.
The forecasters predicted torrential rains, high winds, lightning and thunder starting Saturday afternoon. So we rushed around in the morning to get everything done -- went over to Mom's, got her groceries, took her to lunch, set up the bridge tables and chairs -- before the heavy weather began.
There was one splat of rain on the way to lunch, but other than that? Nothing. The sun was even out! Oh sure, there were scary looking clouds, but that was it.
Until night fell. And once night fell, so did the rain, accompanied by heavenly fireworks, just to make sure we knew who was in charge.
Yesterday was more of the same -- sulky clouds interrupted by rain tantrums. By some miracle or good karma cashout, we dodged the downpours. It seemed like every time we needed to go somewhere -- like Starbucks, or the organ recital (Joe), or writing group (me) -- the clouds parted and we were able to take care of business without getting wet.
But when it did rain, it rained and rained and rained and rained. In fact, DC got over 10 inches of rain in the 24 hours from yesterday morning to this morning.
This rain totally hosed up the city. Several museums closed. The IRS building had to close! Rock Creek Parkway was under water. In fact, part of the freaking Beltway was closed for hours, because of a mudslide along Cameron Run in Virginia.
And of course, my commute was screwed, blued, and tattooed. The main road I travel every damn day passes over Northwest Branch. There's a dam there. There was so much rain that the damn gave up trying to hold it back, and the road ended up with six feet of mud on it.
Yup. Closed in both directions. I spent 45 minutes on the road this morning and traveled a grand total of four miles when I heard that the road was closed. I did get to work later, after my doctor's appointment and in between storms. I left work at 5:00 and went a different way because MY ROAD was still closed, because they couldn't bring in the heavy equipment to clear off the mud until the rain stopped.
I got home two hours later. TWO hours later. That's two HOURS later. Let me repeat: TWO HOURS LATER. Needless to say, I was a tad cranky.
It poured, it drizzled, it rained steadily lightly hard any way you can find to describe rain, it did it.
And now it's thundering and lightning-ing and (what else) raining.
Tomorrow should be all kinds of fun.