I remember the spring thaw on the farm in Michigan as a child. the house was set 100 feet back from the road, and the road was higher then the house, so the melt ran down the drive into the yard. I would follow the melt from the top, down, watching it get larger and larger. Drops from a snow pile join together to form a rivulet, those join in to a flow, into a run, into a stream. I use to spend hours, following the flow, watching the stream grow ever stronger as more and more drops joined in. There was a drainage ditch that ran along the side of the yard, the water would flow in it steadily enough some springs that fish would swim in it, I played with dam building in the ditch, much to my father's dismay. By late spring and into the summer it would dry up, but for a few weeks in the spring we had a mini water way near the house.