Raindrops on the windshield There’s a storm moving in
Yesterday, about 3, after posting my Thursday Thirteen, it began to really rain. And the heavens made with the thunder, and the lightening, and the darkening of the skies. And I thought to myself “not going to football then”. But then it stopped. And I shrugged, and come half five I was out on the pitch. And come 5.35 there was more rain.
At first it wasn’t so bad. Just a soft pattering. But that turned into a drizzle. Which developed into a downpour. Eventually whole buckets were falling from the sky.
But we played on.
Are we ever hardcore or what ;)
Course on account of the previous rain it was actually pretty hard to play, some of the fellas had football boots, and they managed to stay up more than us fools mud-skating in our runners. But is was good fun, even the bits when it rained so much that you couldn’t really see where you were going.
It’ll have done wonders for my cough; this running around in muck and rain.