"The Rains Came," 1939 movie with Tyrone Power, Myrna Loy, and George Brent. Great flick. Don't bother with the 1955 remake, "The Rains of Ranchipur," with Richard Burton (made a terrible Indian; the turban did nothing for him), Lana Turner, and Fred MacMurray.
Thankfully, the terrific winds of the day before had died down and I was able to tend to morning barn chores without problem. Lest I be accused of animal abuse by doing nothing about the hole in the barn roof, that gaping space is not over any stall and even with some spray hitting Inga's room, she has the biggest stall and plenty of dry area in which to lie down. I did a further assessment of damage to the property and found, happily, only more downed branches.
There had been a slight problem with the stove earlier when I tried to put in a chunk of wood that was a tiny bit too large and the door would not shut. The part in the stove had caught fire, so there was no taking it out again. Smoke billowed out and one by one smoke alarms went off down the hallway. (Nice to know they work.) Opening doors and calming the dog and cats, I finally got the log pushed all the way in and the stove closed. Once that crisis had passed, I went down to drill some holes for The Project. Yeah, how's that working for ya? The battery had died again. This is turning into an exercise in futility bar none.