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Young Japanese women wearing yukata in an August rain outside Fuda Station

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Last night it started to rain and lightening streaked the sky. I remember thinking that my kids have never experienced a good lightening storm. We have typhoons in Tokyo (hurricanes in reverse), but we rarely have the kind of thunder and lightening that sends children running to their parents.

It turns out I got my wish. The storm seemed to pass, and then it returned and hovered over us. For the next four hours we had heavy rain with an almost constant barrage of light and sound. The kids were terrified and couldn’t sleep. They finally drifted off well after midnight.

I took the first photo above sometime around 11:30am. It was dark, so I used the lightening as a flash. Normally the river looks like the photo to the left. Last night it had risen to within a meter or so of the top of the wall (3 to 4 meters deep).

About 2am my wife and I were still awake watching TV. News reports were coming in, and we learned that our area was being hit hard. In our neighborhood, six families had been told to evacuate, and in another neighborhood a short walk away the residents of 133 homes were being told to move to higher ground.

We finally went to bed. My wife cracked open the rice paper door, so we could see the river from our beds. Maybe she figured we’d notice in her sleep if it rose up to our doorstep. Probably (she’s a light sleeper in cases like this).

By morning the rain had stopped and the river had retreated a few feet, although it remained very high all day. We took a walk later in the day to see what had happened during the night.

Our own street had become a small river apparently. The owner of an Izakaya on the corner was clearing mud and water out of his building, and all the parking lots were filled with mud. But I didn’t see any signs of major damage. The situation was the same out on the main road. I assume the street cleaners had been working since early morning, and there was just a thin coating of mud.

I crossed the tracks and walked up into the neighborhood that had been hardest hit. There was a family, a mother and three kids, walking the same direction. By chance, they had been at their grandmother’s house the night before and missed the storm. The mother had been up watching the news, so she was nervous as they headed home.

Railroad workers were out cleaning the tracks. Men with shovels were clearing mud out of the bicycle parking lot. And dump trucks passed loaded with mud and rocks. Eventually we came to a mudslide that was blocking the road. It seemed to have passed between houses, so no terrible damage had been done.

I came across the three kids, who were curiously surveying the damage, just like me. Most of the people who I saw, though, were in their sixties and beyond. They were out with shovels and wheelbarrows putting things back in order, and they responded with smiles when I talked to them.

It’s late now. It’s hitting me as I type. Time to go to bed. They’re predicting another rainstorm tonight, but so far it’s quiet.

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I held back on the temptation to title this “August Rain.” Temperatures dropped this weekend to the chagrin of people who count on hot summer days at this time of year. Yesterday we went to Chofu to eat curry and watch fireworks from a friend’s balcony. I wandered back to the train station to photograph the crowd arriving for the show and took this shot at the crossing.

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Taken in the evening at Lake Sai (Saiko), one of the five lakes around Mount Fuji (Fujigoko).

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