Waterproof legs gear test = passed. People Count = zero (as predicted).
I love walking in summer rain. The feel of it. The smell of it. Even the smell of it as it hits tarmac. The sound of it when it's absolutely pelting down in those big, fat bloblets. I love getting absolutely soaked through to the skin in it. Staring at the splishes it makes in puddles. Walking through puddles. Frog spotting. The noticeable silence of the birds. Walking through woodland where the leaves break the fall of the rain, softening the noise to a gentle "sssssss". Walking out of the other side of it and seeing a rainbow. Feeling that odd, intensely humid heat that tells me there's more rain to come. You know when the rain's properly stopped when the birds start singing again. The ground steaming if it's been particularly hot beforehand.Yes, there's something magical about walking in the rain.It's just started to rain here now. Soft rain. Gentle rain.Do I? Don't I?