We could hear the increasing tick tock tap tap clatter clatter as the shower began in earnest!

Now it was deafening, a hissing roar as the summer cloud burst hit.

It was soon over and the bitumen glistened and shimmered as the sun returned.

We sat in PoetsPub and raised our glasses to the passing storm.

Steam vapour rose from the hot tarmac as we created yet more verse.

Within the hour we returned outside, the roadway again dull and dry.