When it rains hard and long, we come here and kneel down as if to worship Mecca.

We lay down on this recycled plastic grate.

We peek through the holes.

Beneath, the floodwaters froth and whirl down a huge pipehole into the drainage system.

It's beautiful, wild and noisy and we usually SCREAM at the top of our lungs, letting it all out, down into the water, down into the earth.

It's a rainyday ritual.