I don't know how much, as I fell asleep after dinner again, and thunder finally arrived to wake me just before midnight. Another furious downpour arrived with it, but it soon slowed to the soft shower that continues now. The night has grown very quiet. The rain has silenced the crickets, and there is no longer enough rain to make the downspouts gurgle— only the sound of small drops hitting the leaves.
It was very strange to have so much rain so late in the season. Chances are I'll be hearing frogs again by tomorrow might, and the grass might even turn entirely green again. It's like a second spring. It would be nice to have one like this every month this summer, but that's unlikely. I only hope that the bit of lighting that woke me didn't start any fires.