As I type this, I can actually hear the rain running across the roof, into the gutters, and overflowing waterfall-style. I got up the courage to peek through the blinds and it's like a whiteout, only with rain instead of snow. Or clowns.

Which reminds me of a haiku:

clowns are raining down
hear the scream of their grease paint
danger! clown puddles

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