Rain, again

The weather has broken as I predicted.  Buying that sun lounger was all it took for the fickle, celestial body that is our sun to turn tail and head back to mainland Europe.  We’ve not been drenched by the plump droplets experienced in a down pour or gradually dampened by the invisible drizzle of low cloud.  No, we’ve been well wetted by the soft, persistent rain so typical of an English summer.  And although I’m not really complaining when other parts of the country are mopping up flood water, it was so lovely to see the sun.  She’s sadly missed.