Feast or famine. Drought or deluge. Holy cow! This storm has been a doozy. The goat barn has sprung a thousand leaks from where nails have worked loose and, worse, one of the plexiglass panels has a chunk broken out. Fortunately, it's not over a stall, so it's not an emergency situation. So far, so good with the trees; only small branches have fallen. There were times yesterday when it felt like the house was being hit by a battering ram, the wind was that fierce. I understand over an inch of rain fell in under an hour, and the rain continued most of the day. With no time for the ground to absorb anything, there were flash floods and standing water everywhere. Everywhere but here on top of the hill. The barn, of course, is down at the bottom.
It rained throughout the night. The gutters cannot hold all the water and I could hear the waterfall from the overflow outside the bedroom windows. It's raining this morning. It's hard to complain when we need the water so badly, but, if it's not too much to ask, we don't need it all at once.