It pelts down and the unwary get wet.
forty days and forty nights seem like an eternity
all hail Saint Swithin and all who sail in her
flood alerts fill the wet air waves
another notch on the windscreen wiper control
oh no a leak, fetch a bucket
it is certainly good for the allotment,
up to a point
nice weather for ducks,
though I’m not aware that one has ever been asked
It’s a good job someone invented the umbrella
and the Goretex TM all weather jacket
the river is running high and the bridge looks unsafe
fish and chips for supper with salt and vinegar
it’s a sou’westerlie, watery by disposition
anyone for another game of Monopoly?
which came first, rain or sponge?
there was once a rugby pitch under that lake
shall I put the kettle on again
we named him Noah!
drip, drip
thank heavens for indoor tennis courts.
Something to do whilst on duty taking John to tennis in Boston on a wet and dreary Saturday afternoon in January.