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I have probably now seen it all.
Outside it is, or has just been, raining. At this actual moment, it’s more of a drizzle (or it may have stopped) but on two separate occasions this afternoon, it has hammered down, albeit briefly.
Other than an odd spit here and there and one corking thunderstorm about a month ago, I can’t really remember any rain since at least February. We seemed to move from an unusually cold and snowy winter directly into drought conditions. April showers signally failed to appear. This means, of course, that with the tear less than half gone and summer not yet fully under way, there are tracts of browning grass in parks everywhere. By August it will be a dustbowl out there unless we get more of this.
The point of this ramble is that for a large proportion of my 52 years, I should have not believed it possible to witness (predominantly) English people in an English office staring excitedly out of the window and commenting happily on the fact it’s raining.
Outside it is, or has just been, raining. At this actual moment, it’s more of a drizzle (or it may have stopped) but on two separate occasions this afternoon, it has hammered down, albeit briefly.
Other than an odd spit here and there and one corking thunderstorm about a month ago, I can’t really remember any rain since at least February. We seemed to move from an unusually cold and snowy winter directly into drought conditions. April showers signally failed to appear. This means, of course, that with the tear less than half gone and summer not yet fully under way, there are tracts of browning grass in parks everywhere. By August it will be a dustbowl out there unless we get more of this.
The point of this ramble is that for a large proportion of my 52 years, I should have not believed it possible to witness (predominantly) English people in an English office staring excitedly out of the window and commenting happily on the fact it’s raining.
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