Proper big thundery, drops-the-size-of-sovereigns, rain that bounces off your head, creates leaks where no self-respecting leak should be created, makes hammering noises on the ground, and fills drains within minutes. Puddles, pavement-wide, appear and the air takes on a sticky quality that no amount of forgotten-umbrella drenching clears.
"I have rarely heard such rain as there was during the meal. I am never happy when the elements go to extremes - I don't think I am frightened, but I imagine the poor countryside being battered until I end up by feeling battered myself. Rose is just the opposite - it is as if she is egging the weather on, wanting louder claps of thunder and positively encouraging forked lightening"
I am not so much of a Rose.
The moment I put my sandals on it rained. And I walked out of the house without my umbrella this morning and got drizzled on, which somehow makes you wetter than proper rain. Love your red shoes.
ReplyDeleteDespite whinging about the weather, I am very much a Rose and your quote has made me decide to spend a couple of hours in the company of those quirky Mortmains this weekend.
T'is the way of England - turn my heating off, or fold the duvet away and the temperature will plummet. Have recklessly snubbed my nose at the weather gods this morning by hanging my washing out!
DeleteHope you have a great weekend.
Hope you were a little drier and warmer today. Today I was just cold but that was through being over optimistic after yesterday. Now to decide what to wear to a wedding tomorrow...
ReplyDeleteWell Saturday was quite warm and respectable here so I hope it was for the wedding too - nothing worse than shivering through the speeches!
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