World weather continued to rage this week in my friend universe, but today my area finally caught a break. The skies are blue, and the temps are above freezing, and it’s beginning to look a lot like spring.
But the March lion might just be taking a nap. Goodness, it roared this week! We got a snowstorm Thursday night, which turned into rain around 3 a.m. Friday morning. Schools were cancelled, but teachers still had to go into work if they didn’t want to use up vacation days. Out in the country, the roads were fairly good, but in the city, the streets were flooded with rain and snowmelt. At one point, I drove through a short stretch where the waters must have been 14 inches (35 cm) deep. I never know how deep is too deep; but since the car didn’t die, I guess it was OK.
All praise to the road workers out there during the wet and the ick, working to keep us safe. I got a shot of one guy scooping out a storm drain (I was stopped at a stop light). It made me think of this:
You never knew what was down storm drains. Rotting leaves, abandoned puppies, transdimensional beings who took a wrong turn at Albuquerque . . . it was all in a season’s work, and Jamal Frost was good at his work. Today, it looked like an ice dam was blocking the storm drain at corner of First and Maple, turning the street into a hip-deep pond. Well, hip-deep for him. His cousin Olivia would have been up to her neck in it.
Jamal didn’t inherit winter magic from his father, but summer magic from his mom, and that’s just what was needed on this spring day. He gathered power from the sleeping trees that lined the street, borrowing a little from their budding spring energy. Then he sent the power down, through the cold waters and into the dark storm drain. He could Feel his reach moving smoothly through the liquid, being blocked by the ice, then melting just a touch here on the edge, and a touch there in the center, and the ice shifting to allow a small crack for the waters to escape to the gray water system. There. A whirlpool appeared, and Jamal backed up so he wouldn’t get sucked into the hole.
At any rate, it stopped raining by 3 p.m. and by nightfall, a lot of the road surface was dry again. The floods had receded everywhere I drove, and today it’s lovely.
More snow predicted for Monday, though. Ah, March. More plot twists than a romantic thriller! There’s got to be a story under all this snow, somewhere!