So the silver-haired guy from the Department of Rain shows up in his fog-grey pickup truck with a clipboard and a receipt for me to sign.
"Here's the rain that you had on back-order," he says.
"You'll getting June's rain today, and July's tomorrow. August's will come the day after that.
"Sorry about the delay, and have a nice day."
Then he roars off through the puddles in the driveway.