Wet and dry

My job entails me going to visit people in different parts of the city. I don't drive, which means I rely on public transport and a good deal of walking. In these last couple of days of extreme (for this country) weather, I've worked out a system of accurately predicting when its going to start raining, and when the rain is going to become torrential.

Here is my system.

When it will start raining: just as I'm about to head out of the office on a visit to one of my clients.

When it will get torrential: just as I'm far enough away from the office for it to be too late to turn back.

I suppose you could summarise this system as Sod's Law. However, tonight its been the other way round. I'm having a quiet time tonight. I decided that I would go out for a walk for a couple of hours, regardless of what the skies threw down at me.

Not a drip, apart from when I walked under a tree. The atmosphere was one of post-storm freshness which really brought the smell of the grass and the trees to life. It was beautiful, especially in the calm of the late evening. I've just got back indoors, settled down, and only now has the patter of rain begun against the open window. It's very soothing, relaxing and very conducive to the reflective mood I'm in.