Noah-sized stream in flood

The temperature was in the mid-50s when I got up on a gray and moist morning, and before long, the rain began pouring down in veritable buckets. The da soon grew wetter and record-warm, and by lunchtime, we were in the middle of a June-like thunderstorm. Eventually, the sturm und drang abated a bit, but when I poked my head outside, I could still hear rumbling as the stream in the backwoods, the one that had been barely a trickle, now found its voice. Armed with the waterproof Fuji, I headed out to see just how powerful the stream had become. The answer was, simply, full-spring powerful. The water in places had jumped the banks and begun carving out new channels, and the water that followed the stream bed was moving so hard and fast that the current would probably knock you off your feet. It was quite a transformation—nature's aquatic equivalent of 0 to 60 in a t-storm heartbeat.