I am sitting here being very very grateful for the small heater that lives under my desk at work. When Pk and I left the house this morning, it was spritzing. A few drops here and there. No need to panic and run inside for the boots.
30 minutes later, as I walked toward the steps out of the underground train station, I could see the water cascading down the steps and knew I was in trouble. I pulled out my (Van Gogh sunflowers) umbrella and headed out into the deluge. And a deluge it was. I only walk 2 blocks to work but my legs were wet from the knees down and the back of my sweater from where my umbrella dripped on it was soaked.
The heater is drying my pants and keeping me from being too cold here in the a/c. The phone has been ringing and I'm pretty sure it's people cancelling appointments due to the weather.