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It doesn't rain but it pours

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I lie in bed listening to the rain pelting the ground outside my bedroom window with such ferocity, I can’t get back to sleep. With this volume of water I know it will be pouring off the north side of the house in sheets; the gutters need cleaning and I’ve been remiss in getting them done. Should I get up and see whether the towel I stuffed under the back door before I went to bed is saturated? What about the balcony above the bathroom – should I don my raincoat and check the water is getting away fast enough, not backing up and pouring down the bathroom walls like it did a couple of months ago. If I go out with the broom I could redirect it. What about the fresh load of topsoil on the front garden. Will there be any left by morning? If only the landscapers had mulched before the weekend. At three o’clock in the morning, my vulnerability to the elements feels scary and depressing. A far cry from my usual experience – stretching back to childhood – of loving the rain at night: lying i