Posted by: adventuressetravels | July 19, 2010

Flash Flood

Q picked me up on his little scooter.  Convertibles were nice and all, but I did want to mix it up a little. Even if it wasn’t a Vespa or Lambretta, scooters were just fun to ride.  Not enclosed by a ton of metal you were closer to your surroundings, and this was an area I wanted to be as close to the beauty as possible.

Motoring beneath the beautiful canopy of green, the trees arching over the street, we passed one mansion after another, each more magnificent than the last. It was as if we were passing this incredible archway on the way to nature’s palace.  I rubbernecked, craning my neck trying to take it all in.   It was beautiful, impressive, extraordinary; the perfect day to have taken the scooter out.  Or so I thought.

It seemed like every afternoon there was a little rain shower, in Georgia, but they usually didn’t start until the late afternoon, and they never lasted very long.  I don’t know why we had decided to press our luck, but glancing at the sky on the way into town my heart sank.  The thick black clouds were more than ominous; they practically screamed trouble.

Q dropped me off at Savannah Market, a little convenience store with a little coffee shop and I waited while he went to pick up the convertible.  After all, he’d be faster without me on the back.  Minutes after I’d gotten my coffee the sky opened up.  I have never seen so much rain.  Huge booms of thunder accompanied by literally buckets of rain.  Lightening crackled across the sky illuminating the world in its weird glow for seconds at a time.

After one particularly loud crash the lights in the shop flickered and went off just as the radio sputtered and died.  Everything was back on in less than a minute, but that had shaken me up.  I called Q to make sure he hadn’t gotten stuck in the downpour. 

Much to my relief he was nearby in the mustang.  He had gotten home just in time; it wasn’t until the way back that he had encountered the storm.  By the time he pulled up, the gas station parking lot was a lake.  Q had actually run into the curb turning into the lot; the water level of the river of a road completely hid it.  Definitely not the day to be riding a scooter, but having a convertible wasn’t a perfect solution either.

Even with the top up water found its way through crevasses and crannies.  We took refuge beneath what little shelter the gas pump island provided, hoping and praying the storm would abate.  To our relief in less than ten minutes the rain was subsiding, the worst of it was over, but the aftermath was unbelievable.

Streets had become rivers, alleys streams rushing along as if they had always been there.  Faint-hearted drivers pulled over to the side of the road, but more intrepid and heavier cars inched their way through the knee-deep flood waters.  And we forged ahead, me hoping and praying the high water didn’t reach the engine.

Inch by inch, foot by foot we crept forward, and as we crept forward, the rivers ebbed, and the waters retreated; the drains siphoning the flood waters away.  By the time we reached the highway the roads were almost visible.  By the time we pulled away from Savannah, the road was just damp.  From torrential rains back to the muggy subtropical humidity, it was truly amazing how quickly the weather changed in Georgia.


  1. Flash floods here in Kansas, too. At Leavenworth there were 15 inches or more in the streets. Storm swept south through all of KC KS.

  2. Whew. You were lucky the water wasn’t deeper than it looked, which is what often happens in flash flood.

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