The last week in Seattle, it rained. It rained and rained. All sound was drowned out by the urgent swipe-swipe-swipe of the windshield wipers, the sound of perpetual drumming on the roof and the gush of flooded drainage ditches. Basements soured under two feet of standing water. You felt perpetually soggy, if not all-out drenched. Denim doesn't dry, the washer and dryer in the basement are floating.