This happens to most people and their houses as Autumn progresses with strong winds on wet days. I love it!
As I watched the rain pouring into the drain I reflected on just how perverse Was the Summer we had, with the weather so bad, And the future can only get worse. Now that Autumn is here, bringing with it some fear Since the drains are blocked up with leaves Which are crimson and yellow, so pretty, so mellow, And they're also blocking the eaves. As the weather gets colder, the leaves get older, Black and dirty, and now..here's the thing! The council won't clear it and therefore I fear it Will leaf us at risk till the Spring.
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