Finally, the weather breaks. Heat and humidity give way to proper rain. Fantastic.
I'm right up under the roof, my desk up against a wall which follows its slope. So when rain comes, I get the best of it, and the full sound hammers through the slates.
I have vacuumed what feels like a whole worldful of surfaces today, interspersed with logistic driving-my-family-around. The reward is that I can now sit back, all civilized-like, and read or type under the slate roof. A luxuriant way to end the day.