There’s been a lot of great music written about rain though the years.
There’s Purple Rain.
But tonight it’s not so cool for me. Rain pouring in buckets have caused the drains in my basement to back up, and the water is rising as I type this out. I Can’t do a damn thing about it, either.
The spigot in the sky has been opened up, and this old house has hopefully seen worse storms, but it’s going to have to get through this one.
That gallon of bleach I bought to clean up the basement won’t be enough, I’m afraid.
Better this than a drought, I suppose. But anytime it wants to let up will be fine with me.