Wash when angels cry

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.

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