When the weather reports shifted towards flash flood and river flood warnings, I was rather less concerned. Since the local terrain can handle quite a bit of water, and I’m not that close to the river.
Water simply collects by the fence, whether it runs off down the road or much more typically from our gutters down a slight slope towards the fence.
When it started to sound like someone up ended a lake, and dumped it overhead: I figured the slope out towards the fence would be pretty flooded this morning.
Willow was rather less enthused by this, as her favorite walking spot only has a couple meters of dry space between here and the fence.