cabin fever

It's not raining!  Oh, it's started to rain.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's still raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining. It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.

It's raining a bit less.  Oh, no, it's raining again.  Raining.  Raining.  Raining.  Raining.  Raining. Raining.  Still raining.  Raining.  Raining.  Raining.  Still raining.  Raining.  Raining.  Raining. More rain.  Rain.  Rain.  Rain.  Rain.  Rain.  Rain.  Rain.  Rain.

It's stopped!  The ground is really squelchy.  Each step sinks into the ground.  In the meadow.  The meadow is on such light soil you could put it in dump bags and sell it as sand.  Someone nearly did, two fields away.  The wood is so wet you cannot walk in it.

It's started raining again.  The puddle in the drive has filled up, again.  More rain.  Rain.  Rain. Rain.  Raining.  Raining.  Raining.  Raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.  It's raining.

I think I may be going slightly mad.