The old primary song keeps popping into my head when I think about our weekend. We had one crazy monsoon on Friday. We live next to a wash ( a wash is a dry riverbed most of the year, but it serves as a major flood control system when there are torrential downpours) and I have never seen it full until that night. We watched as the river got higher and higher until it was too dark to see. Finally the rain stopped and we thought everything was ok so we went to bed. It wasn't until Saturday morning when we woke up that we saw all the damage it did. Apparently the flood gate broke due to a fallen tree and this was the result.
Our poor newly finished side yard:
Our front yard: Luckily our HOA is responsible for the clean up of our front yard so we don't have to worry about that.
The cleanup: The neighbors across from us got a foot of mud into their homes. This is our HOA clearing out their driveway. They had to tear out their carpet, and who knows how much damage it caused, and they don't have flood insurance. I fell so bad, and yet fortunate that it only affected our yard.
Monday: Watching the tractors clear all the fallen trees from the wash, before the next rain storm hits.
The wash is now only an inch below our fence so if it rains even an inch the water will flood our yard again. I spoke with the HOA today and they said for now they are just doing short term fixes like clearing out the broken trees, but they are having a contractor come out to see what needs to be done to make a more permanent fix so that this doesn't happen again. Until then we are probably going to get some sand bags and pray that it doesn't rain (although even as I'm typing this I can hear thunder).