Regarding A Wet Weather Stream

What do you call a small body of flowing water within a channel whose channel is only filled with water when it rains?  My brother calls it a drainage ditch.  In the woods, one would call it a wet weather stream.  As my wife and I hike around Couchville Lake at Long Hunter State Park on Saturday, I noticed this wet weather stream that had sufficient volume to actually flow over the paved trail.



Upon seeing the first rivulet, and hearing the sound of turbulent water from further upstream, I was immediately drawn to trace its path up stream.  Every little bend intrigued me.  Every little cascade brought joy to my heart.

Our lives are like that little wet weather stream.  In good times, we are full, and the joy of our fullness can be seen and heard by those who would simply stop, look and listen.  In bad times, our vitality is gone, and, often, we go completely unnoticed.  Like that wet weather stream, we are the product of that which influences us.  Our path is turned by impediments as is the path of the little wet weather stream. Sometimes we fall with great commotion, only to rise to continue on in silence.  And while we may not look like much most of the time, when at our best, we have the power to change our little portion of the world.