does it rain?

it began with the loudest CRACK i've experienced, at least the most jarring of my adulthood, the gray sky opening as though the weight of the watered-down clouds was simply too much for the sky to bear. huila and i ran outside and i pounded several nails into a 10 ft rain gutter ($3 at the Restore) across the 2X4 below the tin roof overhang on the shed with a 50 gallon drum positioned under each end. soaked, i stared at my work smiling, with hammer in hand as the rain fell first upon the roof, then into my gutter, and down into the drums, my sopping hair clinging to my head, my t-shirt clinging to my back. what a sensation, what simple pleasure, how overjoyed i was to watch a diverted spout of rainwater pouring deliberately into an intentional destination to save for later use. and now as the rain still pours the south side barrel is nearly halfway full and i will run out into the rain again to dance around my collected water as i watch the level slowly rise. the system is flawed, there is no outlet, there are no pipes, there is no gravity feed, there is no drip line.... as an aside, chez poulet is water tight, not a leak in the down-pour, and the babies safely tucked away inside. thanks to everyone who helped us pray for rain.