After spending 14 years in Los Angeles, I'm still getting used to having frequent rainstorms here in Tennessee. I'm always surprised at the accumulation I find in buckets, jars and the like that are open to catch the falling drops. Rain means much more now that we have planted our orchard (8 fruit trees) and the garden. It also keeps my car from looking dusty. The chickens don't seem to mind, as long as it doesn't last all day long. Render would prefer to do without the associated thunder, but there's not much we can do about it. Luckily, Noodles has no fear (luckily?), so we only have to deal with one nervous dog.
When it REALLY comes down, the locals call it a "gullywasher". I like that word.