Wet, Wet, Wet!

Apologies to the group of the same name, but these are simply the only words that may be used as a title today. The window was beaded with rain when I woke up, and despite my waiting for clear skies and inspiration, neither were forthcoming. I wondered how I could capture in words the tramlines of rain that streaked the glass at regular intervals, as smaller drops clubbed together to give themselves momentum, while smaller 'passengers' stood aside patiently watching their larger companions rush to the bottom of the window.

Tip - tuppa - tat - PLOP
Gentle raindrop percussion,
a wet day tattoo

Here my train of thought was totally wrecked, as my 'phone rang. A friend of mine was nearby, and wondered if I was 'at home'. She's over here for a few days - from Cyprus, no less - and rather than reply to my last letter, she decided to call in person! What a lovely surprise! But it does mean blogging will now come to a grinding halt for the day.
Now my unexpected visitor has left, my grocery shopping has been delivered and I need to unpack the bags and restore order to my kitchen, so see you all tomorrow, Bloglanders...