Water’s slamming down on the roof, gutters and downspouts are cheerfully channeling it into the runoff ditches, Tobie has just discovered this thing called thunder and is trying to climb into my lap. Monsoon has officially arrived.
Literally to the moment just in time, too, as we returned from a much-needed walkie just before the sky opened. Now I need to find my throat spray and warm up to complain loudly about mud. Haven’t needed that since February.
ETA: Aw, hell. Barely lasted half an hour. Well, maybe another cell will come by.