The rains haven't exactly been of Biblical proportions, but the most recent storm left another almost-two-inches of precipitation in the gauge and that, combined with the two-inch total a few days ago, has brought the local rivers to the brink of flooding. The mini-monsoon has also given the local streams powerful voices. By late afternoon, it was barely misting, so, with the very happy Wood Frog and Spring Peeper voices dominating the forest, I went back to the Noah-sized stream that cuts through the hardwoods a couple of hundred yards east of the house. I could hear the seasonal creek from the kitchen door porch, so it was in fine form, and when I arrived and followed its twists and turns, it was clear that at the height of the deluge, it had jumped its banks. There was evidence of unruliness in numerous places on the sometimes-scoured forest floor. More of a sense of order now prevailed—and a fine photo op.