Because when it rains, it pours

I'm only happy when it rains. It reminds me of home.

Seeing the weather, watching it lash gardens and rooftops, makes me wonder what my friends and families are doing in the UK, how they are spending their weekends and what their holiday plans are.

Are they running in and out of the garden with armfuls of laundry? Have their Saturday afternoon trips to the hairdresser or park become a washout?