It is raining to the point that I might have to shut the window in my garrett.

This, in case you do not live in a city which is so dry that you must pump the washing machine water onto your front lawn, is brilliant.

If you need me, I’m in the backyard. Willing the rain to keep going, because there’s a chance that it will not.

UPDATE: It did not. As you were. With the buckets in the shower.