At five o'clock when I left work yesterday, it wasn't raining. At six o'clock when I left York, it wasn't raining. Just as I went into ScrewFix at six fifteen, it started raining. By the time I came out it was a monsoon. Two cycling police officers were trying to shelter under a bush, but the rain drops were so big that it wouldn't have made any difference. I waved through the downpour and they waved back.
At 6.45, while I was two miles from home, it stopped raining.
This morning, my cycling shoes were still damp. And it was raining again.