After the Rain

The sun showed up around noon; the sky aching blue. Finally. Last Wednesday my rain gauge topped off at 5 inches in the morning. The creek so high and fierce that my son and his wife were swept off their feet and dragged 12 feet. Three more inches by the next morning and the road rutted and just barely negotiable. The river higher than we've seen in 41 years. John's picnic table was snatched by the fury down at the camp site; the hammock filled with debris. The bottom field slippery with a coating of river silt. Baldwin's cedar chairs and bench floated off. It is a new landscape, the creek scoured, the logging road to the swimming hole strangely clean.
Playing today where the water would have been over our heads.