This former Louisianan once accustomed to ten times the California rainfall stayed inside her Northern California (NorCal) abode today, not even venturing out to the mailbox during the gully washer. How strong is a gully washer? A rainstorm a couple of notches stronger than raining cats and dogs.
We have lots of gullies here in the East San Francisco Bay area, but this storm didn’t stick to surrounding mountains, valley ravines, and nature trails. It poured over rock-solid parched ground, raced over concrete sidewalks, and created lakes on streets, drowning floundering automobiles. It toppled trees and filled gutters with debris. Right now, water pours from a clogged rain gutter, cascading outside my window like Yosemite Falls.
Meteorologists attribute this storm to the “Pineapple Express,” extra moisture from the tropics. But, I admit it’s my fault. Well, maybe I share the responsibility with Californians who berated the weather forecasters and scolded Mother Nature for withholding precipitation for several years. That’s why I entered a conspiracy with my 90-year old neighbor who resorted to prayers for relief from the drought.
Shhh! Keep it a secret or leaders in all the sun-parched localities will be calling for help and I’ll never finish my mystery novel set in the Arizona desert in dry season.