Floods...

This is Buffalo Bayou on a lazy summer day in June. Green, lush, sloping sandy banks several feet deep in lush vegetation.

One day last week, we were blessed by torrential downpours for most of one morning. Not such a blessing if one had to be driving in it on Houston's flat streets that don't always drain so well, but an enormous help in relieving our current drought conditions.

At the end of the day, I walked down the hill to our public parking lot, and glanced over to the areas where thos lush sloping banks would normally be, and they were a swirling, muddy, rushing sea of overflow. Only 2 other times have I seen the water rise so high. We were fortunate that it went no higher.

Nature's way of dealing with more than it can handle... A flood. Human being's way of dealing with more than can be handled... Tears. Sometimes tears of joy. Sometimes tears of utter sadness. Sometimes, just tears of ultimate frustration. The step beyond which we come "out of our banks". It's allpart of the rhythm.