He ERUPTED into a long tirade.
My heart is FROZEN.
She STORMED into the room. Her voice THUNDERED.
The wind raged outside. The man RAGED inside.
I was FLOODED with love.
His forgiveness WASHED me of my guilt.
I cannot pretend to know what flooding means, but by sitting with the questions above I can use flooding to become more aware, more conscious, more grateful for the times the waters of my life are calm.