It rained this week. Not a soft gentle spring rain but a downpour. My yard flooded.
The chickens were not amused.
Nor was I. Especially because it rained inside my house. Yes, the kitchen ceiling had water dripping down. Both John and I were puzzled because our house has two stories and the room directly above was dry. Clearly something is amiss somewhere but we could not figure out where.
It is no longer raining and my kitchen is dry. Can I pretend there is nothing wrong with my roof?