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 They say it never rains, but it pours.

I guess this is synonymous with the concept of waiting for a bus and two arriving at the same time.

We can't just have, i don't know, a bit of rain here and there.... we have to have the whole year's rain chucked on top of us in the space of two days?

It is, as i write this, undeniably raining.  While i can't physically see the rain falling from the sky from my platform here at base camp (the sofa) from whence i've launched multiple sorties to the kitchen and beyond over the last three-and-a-half-months.  There is water everywhere......

I can see the window panes festooned with aqueous globules that conglomerate and streak, in their headlong race to meet the sill.

I can hear the road outside.... it makes a different noise when wet, as the traffic hisses along, slushy white noise, rising and falling with each passing tyre.

I can hear the odd tippy-tappy of rain drops dripping from bushes, gutters, shed rooves.

In the distance i can hear the metallic ringing of rain drops falling on the cowl atop the extractor fan vent in the bathroom.

To say it's wet, is a mild understatement.

To say this is the first time that local reservoir levels have risen since January, is a fact!

I guess there is a god, and i guess my prayer was answered..... Dear god, please let it rain on Donald Trump's parade!

Well, here's a photo of a sodden looking view from the crow's nest here at base camp.