I've been in this business for eleven years, and I still can't figure out why people think I control the weather. Last Tuesday a buyer called me furious—actually yelling—because it rained during their final walkthrough and now they're "concerned about drainage issues." The house has been there since 1987. It's rained before. The seller even had a drainage report from two years ago showing everything was fine. Didn't matter. They wanted a $15,000 credit "for peace of mind." I tried to explain that rain falling from the sky during a Michigan spring is not a defect I failed to disclose. They told me I should have scheduled the walkthrough on a sunny day. As if I have a direct line to the National Weather Service. The deal closed eventually, but not before I had to sit through a forty-minute call where they also blamed me for the neighbor's trash cans being visible from the kitchen window. I'm a realtor, not a deity. My sphere of influence does not include precipitation patterns or other people's garbage habits.