The rain comes down 'like stair rods', to coin a phrase of the Old Man's, with that familiar noise on the roof of the Daihatsu as I wait for Isabelle on some errand to 'Boots' in Rhyl town centre..
A House Martin climbs, dives and circles in vain above the parked cars, not many flies on the wing today.
The mind wanders to summer holidays in Wales long past, the noise of the rain on the roof of the Austin A40 then the roof of the MK I Ford Escort, the old boy struggling with the primus stove on the lee side...
Rain on the roof of caravans, chalets, converted railway carriages, cracked skylights of cottages...
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