It had been a week since we'd been to the river, and it was just pouring cats and, well, you-know-what.

Ellie hates her slicker, but after a summer of stinky dog, we weren't going to set ourselves up for wet, stinky dog.

Except for Her Nibs, there was nothing worthy of our immense photographic talents. We walked our usual paths to where Ellie goes down into a drainage ditch to the river. The ditch is usually dry. Little thing was nonplussed by the "raging torrent" of rainwater.

Frankly, she wouldn't go near it, but I still wanted a clip to save for enjoyment during our next drought.

I did not edit this film at all.

It's just to show the runoff from West Elmira streets. Wish we could send it to our drought-ier neighbors.

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Little Pond