But the sky was so very black as we looked out the windows at work yesterday. The wind was kicking up and there was lighting.
"Believe me," he said. "Brooklin is going to get it, not us."
At lunch time, the sky was positively ominous, but the barbecue out in the hospital court went on. I had my veggie burger lunch and went back to work.
But then the rain started to bucket down. And then, so quickly, it was over. Then the rumours started trickling in.
"Taunton Road is flooded. It's blocked. Firetrucks are there. Vehicles are stranded."
"Ritson Road is flooded." I pictured all the low spots near creeks and rivers that I'm acquainted with around this city.
"Yeah, the man was just standing there, looking at his house. The tree fell between the houses...He was just standing there, looking at his house. The tree smashed in the corner of his roof and tore off the eavestrough..."
By the time I was finished at work, the rain had stopped.
As usual, I walked through the OVBG on my way home. When I got to the gardens, I realized I'd have to make a detour because the formal gardens were flooded. I wondered if I would be able to cross the bridge!
looking down into the formal gardens from McMillan Drive