There's something mildly satisfying about sitting, smug, in the car as the rain thrashes down outside. There is, however, something equally disconcerting about sitting there watching the rain, but dripping with water yourself.
The Gorse Fox had reached Swindon. The rain was hurling down. GF was thirsty so he grabbed a bottle of spring water, unscrewed the top and whoosh!!! the sparkle had decided to escape and spray the inside of the car... and the Gorse Fox. His grey trousers were soaked, his shirt was soaked, the steering wheel dripped, the inside of the windscreen needed wipers (and so did GF's glasses).
The Gorse Fox had reached Swindon. The rain was hurling down. GF was thirsty so he grabbed a bottle of spring water, unscrewed the top and whoosh!!! the sparkle had decided to escape and spray the inside of the car... and the Gorse Fox. His grey trousers were soaked, his shirt was soaked, the steering wheel dripped, the inside of the windscreen needed wipers (and so did GF's glasses).
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