It didn’t take much into this morning’s commute for me to realise that it had been a mistake not to take a raincoat. The weather had looked alright (take that, Paul Brians) when I peeked out from the verandah before leaving but it was clearly turning.
I got to work without getting wet but by home time, it was very dark outside. There was also a bit of lightning. I’d just decided to go home the short way when I discovered I had forgotten my key. I was going to have to hang about my parents’ place until Kazuko finished work so I decided I might as well go the long way anyway – you can only ever get so wet.
As it turned out, the rain didn’t last all that long. By the time I got through Kings Park, it had just about stopped. I did get through Kings Park pretty slowly, though, after I discovered my brakes weren’t doing such a great job of stopping me with a bit of water on them.
I had been thinking I’d be able to get a photo of Perth hiding behind the rain, but I got this rainbow instead.
On the way home, I discovered a new piece of graffiti.
And then I hung about at my parents’ for an hour waiting for Kazuko to come past. You’re probably thinking to yourself that the title of this post is I got wet, yet I haven’t really got very wet yet. Don’t be disappointed. As soon as we left mum and dad’s, we got a full dose of rain all the way home.