I used to love storms. They are, after all, the best time for a nap.
Once upon a time, the main sewer line going out from my house broke, my house flooded with sewage, and we had to replace the whole downstairs. We had to change some things in our back yard after that, and the result was that every heavy rain brought water into our back door unless we took an active role in keeping it out. Then, about 2 years later, this little hurricane named Ike came through and we had to replace everything again. Now, when it rains, my husband and I enter a state of low-grade panic. We have visions of water coming in under the walls. We remember what the bare slab looks like in our living room. We do not sleep through storms around here anymore.
After getting our home all fixed up after Ike, we started talking about moving. Then the whole economic meltdown thing happened and we decided that we really needed to wait. So we are waiting. And today it is storming. We have done some re-grading in the back, added a ditch to hold water when the drains are at capacity, and we have learned how to open up a drain from our porch into the sewer lines for emergency added drainage. We had the city come out and inspect the sewers in the front for blockages. The rain we are expecting here over the next 24 hours should put all that to the test. If we make it through and stay dry, maybe I will be able to sleep through storms again.
Here is something I hope I never see again. The water actually got up to the bottom of the mailbox before it started going down.
And for cuteness sake, here is an old picture of Isaac helping us get ready for Ike last year: