This past Wednesday morning at around 8:30, I woke up to the sounds of a pretty major thunderstorm. I laid back down and closed my eyes, but the storm kept raging outside. After a few minutes, I decided to look outside to see just how hard it was coming down.

I wasn’t prepared for what I saw:

I then ran downstairs to see if anyone else was awake and seeing this; my mom, dad, and sister were all downstairs staring out the front window, looking as shocked as I was. My dad said that the last time he remembered our street flooding like it had, it was at least forty years ago and there weren’t any sewers yet.

Eventually, the rain started to let up, and we made our way outside to survey the chaos up closer.

It took a good hour and a half before the water finally drained away. My car had at least eight inches of water in it, and there is a hole in our front lawn where there used to be a septic tank. It may not have been the most fun morning ever, but it does make for a good story.