Have an amble down the sodden street and what do you see? People leaning on railings, muttering about tightly packed isobars, occluded fronts and deep lows while peering forlornly to the sky and ending an infuriated curse with the words 'since records began'.
From the moment Noah went out to varnish the poop deck of his ark, gazed up to a particularly gruesome-looking cloud and said 'crivvens', our meteorological musings have known no bounds.
