It is absolutely pouring down. Someone has taken his finger out of the cloud-dam and there's no stopping it now.
It makes me wish I lived in the Midlands. According to my mother-in-law, it never rains there. Our telephone conversations go something like this.
M-i-l: The weather's been atrocious, hasn't it?
Me: No, it's been fine here.
M-i-l: Well, yes, it hasn't been that bad here either. Just the occasional little shower.
When we visit - as we're doing this weekend - if it's raining, it's my fault. 'You must have brought it with you because it was lovely before you arrived.'
(I'm not serious about living in the Midlands. How do people survive when they haven't got the sea on their doorsteps?)