It continued all night. Or, at least, whenever I was awake last night, it was still raining. It could have stopped. I wouldn’t know. But I do know that I woke up at 3:30 and from that point until 5:45, I was mostly awake, and if I was lucky, I was drifting in and out. But it was still raining. The rain didn’t let up until 8:35 this morning. It finally stopped and the sun sort of came out.
And I did another load of laundry. And despite the rain from yesterday, some things did manage to dry over night. Yes, it’s taking longer, but considering monsoon season is something like September to April, uh, yeah, gotta get laundry done sometime. I don’t think it’s reasonable to wait until April to do laundry again.
Keep in mind, though, that I’m not yet familiar with what monsoon season consists of. Does it rain for hours every day? I have no idea. I’ll figure it out as it happens. That’s the best I can hope for at the moment. I tried asking Fahim, but he just looks at me like I’m nuts. Okay, it probably didn’t help that I was taking a shower at the time and he was, ah, otherwise engaged in conducting business in the bathroom. Perhaps he needed all his concentration powers for that other business? I don’t know. But he looked at me like I was nuts and I didn’t get much of an answer. "I don’t know, dear. I don’t pay attention." Yeah, okay. You’ve only lived here you’re entire life almost. Thanks.
But in all fairness, it’s not like I pay attention to everything going on around me either, so I’ll let it go.
This morning, we had more water in the kitchen and living room. But last night, in the living room, Fahim put down a bowl to catch the worst of the drips. There’s two or three inches of water in it and more on the floor.