For weeks we had a bit of rain every day, but that wasn’t enough to keep the little streams full. The two closest to our house are not even called streams on maps. They are labeled Park Branch, blending into one stream somewhere behind Shawn and Bob’s house. Two days ago I could hardly hear them as I stood on the road above. Today, after tons of rain yesterday, they were audibly back on duty. I planned to take a photo or so on my return. Jonathan Creek was a muddy torrent, covering all the boulders that are visible on a normal summer day. Photographs were the last thing on my mind as I walked home, because the mist was hitting my skin, suspiciously like fine rain. I retreated to the front porch to read the limp newspaper.
