There was a lot of thunder clapping going on around here last night. Flash lightening. Rain pouring down. This city floods like nothing I've ever seen. Originally a swamp, Houston, like so many flat delta lands, was drained by a massive ditch system which, along with the natural bayous, provides dry land most of the time. However, when it rains here it drops like 12 inches in 30 minutes and the streets flood and cars get flooded or simply float away.
You develop a sense of timing in your driving. When it is going to rain, you either leave early before the rain or stay late after the rain. The streets usually drain a couple of hours after a flood so there is no need to risk a drive through the flood (although people like me still do it all the time). Sometimes these floods feel like a pox on your house, a judgement from God. Such feelings are nothing new, as evidenced by the psalmist here:
Let the floods clap their hands;
let the hills sing together for joy
at the presence of the LORD,
for he is coming
to judge the earth.
Here is a song that connects the image of a hard rain with God's judgment, "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall"
More about the rain in Houston last night.