High waters

The streets are running with rainwater again, into streams, ponds, lakes; the rain's seeping down the backs of our necks. More and stronger winds are forecast, which hardly seems fair.
Errands were diverting, although winding up in the grocery store around lunch time brought on increasingly hard to control sensory responses, mouth watering and near fainting.
The natives at our house are growing restless...
Running was a cold sluicy misery; as I headed uphill to home, it rained harder and harder, until my shoes had about half an inch of water in them. The weather is to turn to hell badly later this evening.