But something was wrong. Not that my dad knew about but maybe he did. You know you always read about people having moments where they know things before they really should be able to. Who knows about things beyond what we know and understand?
Something was wrong and it was coming fast.
As we turned the final corner to our house there was water in the street.
Not a little water.
A lot of water as much as 2 feet in the street and lapping all the way to the edge of our front porch. Dad slowed down as the rush of water blew past us.
Bikes, toys, wood from construction sites and small tree limbs were heading away from us and borne by the water.