I am happily filling my bag with weeds, and raking and listening to sound of the mower as he who mows rode his favorite toy through the open fields giving the grounds a nicely manicured look. All is well in my world despite the dark clouds gathering in the horizon. We stopped for a quick lunch and when we go back out the temperature has dropped dramatically. The wind has picked up and I can smell rain in the air.
And did it ever rain! Rained so hard and fast that the gutters couldn't hold it.
Rained so much that the rain barrel couldn't hold it!