Yesterday, I woke up a little before 5am. The sound of heavy rain does that to me.
I lay in the bed. At one time, I loved the sound of rain. But, as someone who has had experience with her neighborhood flooding, the sound is stressful now.
It has been since September of 2011.
I couldn't sleep. Then, a bird started to sing. I knew it was near dawn, because that is what birds do. Sing. Even if flooding is just around the corner.
It was too dark to go down to the park near the river, several blocks from me (complete with flood falls that were breached "last time"). And, I really didn't want to know if there was any water in the basement.
So I lay there, listening to the other birds who were joining the first bird in the daily pre-dawn chorus. I listened to the rain, bathed in anxiety.
Finally, I went downstairs to my laptop, and started to write today's post. I looked at my smartphone. No weather alerts. Relief. For now.
The rain stopped and I went back to sleep.
It rained on and off yesterday, as it did in much of the Northeast. I will just have to wait patiently and see what happens.
That's all any of us can do.