Floodin' down in Texas

Guess I'd better put Stevie Ray on my playlist.

The rain woke me at four thirty this morning. Pounding on the roof, clattering in the gutters like a bunch of mad tap dancers.

I shot this picture from my front door. The last line of bricks you can see is the end of my front walk which is about 3 feet from the curb. That line of bricks is just about under water.

The street is full from sidewalk to sidewalk. Another lovely day in monsoon land. At least the power is on.

Knock on wood.