I didn't hear the rain last night. It was pouring upon my arrival back to 387 from downtown Brooklyn, shopping for summer attire and food at Trader Joe's.
I slept right through the deluge. I have a friend staying with me and Jacob said that he had been caught in the hard rain. "I was soaked to the bone. I call your name. Nothing. You was asleep hard."
This morning I read the news. Almost three inches of rain. The second most in history after 1992, when Hurricane Ida dropped over three inches on the city. Sometimes when it rains, real hard, it will flood in my apartment. Nothing like that happened, which surprised me, since the FDR was underwater, meaning that the East River was over capacity.
The first I can recall the river jumping it's banks was the Perfect Storm Nor'easter in 1992. Motorists were still driving onto the FDR despite cops trying to stop them. Their cars were abandoned and floated into the river. The subway stations were flooded too. Their drainage can only handle like one and a half inches of rain an hour.
After last week's catastrophic rain in Texas, I recall thinking that New York was lucky never to be hit by such a cyclonic tsunami. Guess I wasn't seeing the future.
Glad I slept through it all.
High and dry on Clinton Hill.
It was worst in New Jersey.
Bright and sunny today in Brooklyn.
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