My mom used to tell me rain was angel tears.
So whilst I walked to work enjoying a holy soak of my skull through my thinning hair, I had an almighty brainstorm.
We could kill two winged creatures with one idea, if you’ll pardon the split analogy.
Here’s the idea:
When it rains, everyone bathes, washes dishes, clothing, outside.
How many billions of gallons of water would be saved in Britain alone, every year? (Not to mention Seattle!)
Just a thought.Tweet