After an extended quest to obtain materials, determine sacred geometries, and prepare instruments of power, I have crafted an enduring artefact that prevents rain from falling upon my house.
Yesterday morning, before my wife and I wrought our work, the weather forecast for my area was thunderstorms with a 100% chance of rain for every hour throughout the day. This morning, after yesterday’s efforts, the sky has been silent and pale, the ground dry. By one feat, we have driven back the tempest itself!
I refer of course to having connected a water butt to my guttering.
After spending a reasonable chunk of yesterday afternoon carefully measuring, drilling holes, removing sections of pipe, and assembling seals, I was looking forward to a day of heavy rain to confirm the splice into the downpipe both directed water into the butt and didn’t leak. However, as is the way of such things, wanting rain has caused the rain not to come.
Fortunately, the rain in England is too avid to hold for long so I need only wait awhile rather than climb onto the roof with a watering can to run the test.