Sunday December 28th 2014
This is what you
call, a Cold Wet Rain. The pedant might suggest in that
truly aggravating way that wet might not be
necessary. Rain, he might argue is wet by its
nature. Well, I'm here to tell him that this is "A Cold
Wet Rain." It's not a Welcome Rain, it's not a Nice
Rain, and it's far too early for it to be a Potato Rain.
And if the
pedant still doesn't like the word wet in his
description of rain, I suggest he gets into his milk cart
and delivers bottles of milk in a rain like this. He'll find
his fingers getting cold, his clothes and his warm wooly
socks will get wet. And if he doesn't understand a Cold Wet
Rain when he gets back to his milk yard, then there's
something very seriously wrong with him.