A few weeks ago, during a very heavy daytime storm, we found out that our roof leaks right through the kitchen ceiling. I told our landlady, but she didn’t seem too concerned. She certainly didn’t send anyone over to check it out, and IF she sent someone to fix the roof, that person did a terrible job.
The other night, the rain started around 7 or so, and it was serious rain. We could hear it against the windows, hear it on the roof, and, shortly after we went to bed, we could hear it on the kitchen floor. We only saw the one leak, so John grabbed a mixing bowl to catch the rain. Rain dripping on plastic is still pretty loud, so he folded a washcloth in the bottom. That helped a little.
I couldn’t stop listening for it at first, but it must not have bothered me too much because I can’t remember if I the rain stopped before I fell asleep. Luckily for us, it didn’t rain ALL night. We didn’t have to empty the mixing bowl during the night, and it was only half-full when we got up in the morning.
I should try to remember to tell our landlady about it, though, even if she decides not to do anything.