Precipitation of any sort is quite rare here, as I'm sure you can imagine. So when it rained recently, Elena had a lot to say about it, and I took note of her monologue:
"Water in the air falling down? That's called rain. Rain is fresh. Fresh and yummy. It makes me feel better. Rain is fresh. It hits me in the mouth. It will fall in a cup and I will drink it. Rain is fresh water so I can drink it."
Actually, we're not sure it's drinkable, so Erich wants to collect some to test it for contaminants, since acid rain used to be a problem here (I think it's better now, though). Regardless, we're looking at setting up gutter barrels to collect the rain from the roof whenever the rain DOES come so that we can then save it to use in the garden. Water is valuable here, so why let it run down the streets, right?
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