The pipe that drains from the hillside watershed to the pond was modestly trickling. Meh...
It was here that I discovered that my right boot had developed a serious crack. As the rest of me was already pretty much soaked by this time, one additional wet sock hardly made any difference.
Not Murphy -- he was a happy dog in his element...
Wind, rain, soaking wet -- bliss!
I came inside and got dried off and soon after the actual storm band came through. It was cold! The rain sheeted down. We wished that we'd finished cleaning out the gutters as the water poured out over the tops.
And, saints be praised, the pond began to fill.
The pipe had a robust rush of water flowing out of it.
And soon the peninsula was an island again -- just barely, but we takes what we can get!
By mid-afternoon, the storm band was passed and blue sky shone between the streaming clouds. It was a lovely, still winter sunset.
OK, so I'm already pining for the next storm.