It was not cold enough for me to wear long pants. My riding shorts would do fine. Once I was out on the road and pumping my legs up to my cruising speed, enough body heat would keep me comfortable.
The rains from the last two days soaked up the ground. Scattered puddles on the road made an agility ride essential. Dodging pockets of water was a lot better on bicycle than splashing through them, causing a rooster tail behind me and giving myself a muddy shower and a skunk stripe down my back.
Down our artery thoroughfare I peddled. My destination was our Buffalo Bayou culvert. After the large amount of rain in this past week, I was curious to see what kind of water run-off was represented in our flood control outlets.
Forward thinking engineers made sure that the flooding from thunder bursts in our Texas region would be channeled away from the homes of its residents. The weather reports noted a warning for flash floods. A lot of water had fallen over our city of Houston.
Now, a muddy river taking up nearly the entire width of the Bayou was steadily pushing tons of water to the East. It was clear that the rains that fell did leave a massive impact in our region. Our drought in Texas needed this turn around. We were getting used to the “moderate drought” conditions signs. Most likely someone will start taking those advisory signs down.
I watched as the massive amounts of water moved undeterred to the lowest point on the temporary river banks. Fish, snakes, alligators and turtles were no doubt exploring new territory lazily allowing the flood waters take them on a new journey.
The parched land was getting a good long drink. Our Creator was taking care of the land. His personal touch was amazing to watch.
photo credit: brucefong cellphone photography