The weathercaster described it appropriately: a soggy Sunday. The rain came and stayed. Front yards and basements flooded. At my house, the ground is saturated, puddles spreading where the rain can no longer sink in.
My shoes make a squish, squish sound in the grass.
The ground on which I walk can't hold any more rain. It can't take any more.
I know the feeling. I'm saturated. I'm full of