Rain is pouring straight down, thunderous on the roof, and so dense that I can't really see through it. Heavy, solid water, pounding down on the ducks in the pond so that they are not actually swimming but just enduring its force with their heads down. I'd get off the water, if it were me, were I a duck -- and get under some shelter. And how is that goose doing on her nest?
I wish I had a camera that I could use -- I do, but can't use it -- to take a shot or so a day of my life. Wouldn't that be lovely?