From another window on another journey, it rained. Just after Doncaster as the train travelled north I watched the storm gather on the horizon and the skies grow darker and darker as we sped deeper into its heart. Although it was barely after noon the carriage was plunged into darkness and even above the rumble of the train we could hear the rain pounding the roof and lashing against the windows. We wanted rain; we got it!
And, would you believe someone said, "Well, that's summer over. It didn't last long did it?"
Of course a few miles further on, the skies turned blue and the sun shone. Its hard to please everyone ~ but sometimes someone gets lucky. :)