We have a seasonal creek near our house that usually runs from sometime around October to sometime around March. This year, so far, it's been sadly dry and silent. Rainless winters are bad for lots of people for lots of reasons, but we've been particularly missing those fun rubber-clad creek escapades.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who woke up happy this morning, having had the steady patter of rain as my dream soundtrack. But I was even happier when I opened our front door and heard our creek roaring proudly.
Get your boots and umbrellas, kids. This may not last long.
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