And the rain came down . . .

Wave after wave of raindrops hitting the roof slates like a horde of enthusiastic tap dancers. Gutters gurgle and spit dried moss dropped by birds; gullies run with soil washed down from our neighbours’ as yet unsupported earth bank to slowly fill and block the drains. Thunder rumbles and grumbles in the distance as lightning flickers behind roiling and boiling dark clouds.

Only four hours later than predicted

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