"It's raining." I said to the Husband.
"It is? It is! The streets are wet."
A few minutes later, no more plop sound.
That was a couple of hours ago. It's still raining. Simply more gently. I don't even think it's raining until I happen to glance out a window.
Last week we had our first winter storm. Have I said that before? By the second morning, the little red wagon was overflowing with water. Amazing! I heard a weather guy say that we made up to 40-something percent of the normal annual average just in that first storm. A few more storms like that and we may not have a drought year. Hoping for the best.