As you may have noticed in some of my quilt photos, we have a creek running through the front garden. In summer it doesn't actually flow, though it trickles along most of the rest of the year.
But we've had a lot of rain recently, and it's rushing along nicely, making a wonderful sound.
Usually the water is a couple of metres below the bridge. But when Simon went to look when he got home late the other night, it was about a metre higher than usual. By the time we went out the next morning it as much lower again.