Every time it Rains I feel like a Bath

So, when it looks like rain, it is an exciting event. Having heard when we moved here, that the drought had lasted for 10 years, we felt wary about using water.
We needn't had worried, with 4 water tanks and 3 months of almost every day rain, we have so much it just comes right out of the tanks again. But water saving is now such an ingrown habit that every time it rains, I assess whether or not enough has fallen so I can have a bath.
The process starts by looking over the balcony to the gutters, where they feed into the water tank. Then, at the tank over flow. I feel like if I can get the bath going, I can trap some of the water for good use before it spills out over into the drainage ditch and is wasted on growing some more uneaten grass.
The length of the rain shower determines how many times I can fill up the hot water before getting out.
Truly it is a luxurious occupation. Until you have lived off tank water, and knocked on the side of the tank every week to feel the level, you have never appreciated the rain. It dictates how deep the washing up water is, whether you can afford to wash the years of ingrown dirt off the walls, whether you can even have a little bath in the ducky pool.
Watching the rain pour into the tank is like a winemaker watching the free run juice fall into the stainless steel tray on the underside of the press. You know it makes the best baths.