last updated 2021-05-29

The droplets fell from the un-fixable gutter with a tabla's rhythm. Two attempts prior, once by The Gutter Giants and once by handyman Jim (or John, I forget), had not been enough to quell its guttural(!) rebellion. The glowing readout from my backyard weather station informed me that this rain event was surpassing 1 full inch of rain. My two interconnected rain barrels ~on the verge of overflowing~ overflowed.

If you close your eyes in a rain storm like this one, a downpour but not quite a tempest, you can coerce your auditory faculties to transform the sparse white noise of the raindrops into the creaks and groans of an 18th century brigantine. In fact, if you lean into this brain trickery, you can almost start to feel the house around you ever so slightly sway.

Rainwater. Rain. Water. Redundant, and necessary.

Compiled 2024-04-21