I had only just arrived the night before (17th Nov), and woke up to an unusual bluish-green light at 8am in the morning. There was a lot of activity going on outside as I went through my morning routines. From the clouds overhead it looked like it was going to rain, and by the colour of the light I was guessing that it would rain pretty hard too. Not that this was too uncommon here, but little did we expect what was coming.
As the first drops of rain started, I left my house and headed toward the main office area, stopping in to say hi to Mary and David, our base directors. I had only just arrived when there was a massive flash of lightning and the tell-tale crack of thunder that occurred simultaneously. It had hit us. I literally jumped off the ground for a moment. Realising the damaging potential of such a close strike of lightning, we quickly ran around the house unplugging things in case of more and checking if they smelled burned. The electricity had been cut at the same moment, so our current checks were only guesses at best.
After guessing that perhaps the television had sufferred some damage, I moved on to the base house, home to a number of people, our visitor's lounge room and guest room, and the main computer office. The rain started to fall down very hard. So hard in fact, that I had not seen rain like it for years.
Hard rain.
On returning indoors, I started to sort out some of the stuff in the house, on the off chance that there may be some water leak through the walls or something. Little did I know that the whole place was about to flood. Just as I had finished the computer office, ensuring that most things were up reasonably high, I felt something cold around my feet. It was the most unexpected feeling. Looking down, there was water running around and past my feet, moving into the house at a cracking pace. By the time that I had called for help, the entire living room was inundated, and it only took a minute more before there was water throughout the entire house.
The flooded house.
We had created a concrete footpath outside which acted as a leevy bank, but with such strong rain, the water did not have time to follow its normal courses and ended up flowing over the top. From here, our house was unprotected. The floor was built too low, and is scheduled to be raised shortly, although this is dependent on raising sufficient funds for the job. When this is done then there should be no more flooding.
Flooded leevy/footpath.
There were only two of us at first, working desperately to ward off the ever deepening water and at the same time trying to lift up all of the clothes, mattresses, and other damageable items that were resting on the floor in one way or another. Eventually more and more people came. It turned out that the flooding was not just in this house, but in our larger building too. By this time the water was running through the house and it was starting to feel more like a river than a hallway or kitchen.
Kitchen with water pouring through it during the flooding.
Looking down the main hallway to the back of the house. Water was everywhere.
Squeegees, brooms, boards, and all sorts of items were put to use to try and curb the tide of water that had inundated the house. It was a lot of hard and very urgent work. None of it seemed to make any difference, however hard we worked. It was only when Oscar came to the rescue with his shopping bag based sandbags placed at the points of entry. When this was done we started to get the flood under control. Nobody thought of this beforehand however, probably because we were all so frantic at trying to keep the water at bay in certain critical places.
Oscar and Davis carry the sandbag to stop the flooding.
Putting the first sandbag down in the flooded doorway.
With the sand bags in place, the emergency was soon over and we were able to start cleaning up the mess that the water had left in its wake. There was even time to stop and survey the damages that had occurred during the whole process. Not only had we been hit by the lightning, but the flood too.
Adam cleaning the water out of the kitchen.
Paul standing in the doorway, surveying the flooding outside.
When everything was mostly over, the combination of rain and working with the water had left virtually everybody saturated, to the point that they did not care anymore about the floodwaters around them. So once the house had been cleaned out, and there was no more danger nor urgency to the work, all of the boys decided that their work was done and headed off to find themselves some fun.
Oscar after the emergencies had died down.
Isaac decides that a swim was in order after being so wet.
This was provided by an old rubber football and a bunch of energy, as half a dozen of the lads got physical in the one to two feet of floodwaters coursing through the back of our property. It seemed that nothing could deter these guys from having some good fun after all that had happened, and even though the water was mixed in with flooded sewage and countless other nasties, it was all forgotten as they dived and plunged after one and another in a game that resembled something more similar to bowling than football.
Chasing each other with the ball.
Just after a good takle that took them both down.
When the electricity returned later in the day, we discovered that there were
many things that died during this one burst of lightning. So it has certainly marked itself off as a day to remember. The best part of it all was that nobody was hurt in any way. For that aspect alone we are all rejoicing. The rest can be fixed or replaced.