What more can be said? The deluge of heaven is upon us. The precipitation is sent to annoy us, the farmers love it, the public sometimes long for it, but I unfortunately am heartily sick of it!
It soaks the rider, no matter what you try and cover yourself with, be it, a new breathable material or a bog standard rubber Mac! the water will find egress, somewhere, the slow percolation of moisture. Maybe it trickles down your neck, and down your back. perhaps when you raise an arm, the rush of water, cold and insistant, as it careens along and down the upright arm, hitting the elbow and onto the armpit! Perfectly awful.
My riding today was curtailed by the horrible drizzle that started the day. From there it escalated into a full on downpour. I`m back home now, soaked, and not looking forward to the tack cleaning that I will have to do, after the stuff has been dried! Hey ho!