Tonight it sounds like the storms that pestered us for days and nights on end are over.
Finally it’s quiet outside.
The storms by the names Dagmar and Egon and all the nameless howling wind in between and before and after have brought lots and lots of water.
It’s wet everywhere outside and also the floor of our basement is under 5 cm of water.
“It’s okay”, our landlord says. “It will dry up in no time”. I hope he’s right.