I felt very British, asking for tea as the rain crashed down on quickly erected tarpaulin.
The rain crashes down through the leaves; already they hang limp and defeated from their scarlet stems.
As Bilic gave his farewell press conference, the air was split apart by thunder and lightning and the rain crashed down to create a suitably Wagnerian finale.
Then, just as we began the long final descent to Gisenyi, a drop of three thousand feet in elevation over eighteen and a half miles, the rain crashed down.
Sixty years ago today a Fiat G-212 plane, its pilot's vision apparently impaired by dark clouds and heavy rain, crashed into the side of a hill at Superga, just outside of Turin.
"Women at their windows / Rain crashing on the pane / Writing in the frost / Tupelo's shame / Oh, God help Tupelo!" Cave repeats phrases and works himself into a lather, but avoids yelling.
I woke the next morning to the sound of rain crashing on the roof, but the children were already outside trying to befriend the cows in a neighbouring field.
With rain, crashes aplenty and the regular introduction of virtual safety cars, climaxed by a further outbreak of rain in the final laps, this was a race to remember with great pleasure, although not for the many who came a cropper on its tight corners and narrow passages.
Given the wind and rain, crashes were inevitable and the most serious, 60 kilometres out, involved the rider with No1 on his back, Michele Scarponi, the man who inherited the 2011 Giro when Alberto Contador was banned, and his team-mate Valerio Agnoli.
During my time with the drone, I flew it in the rain, crashed it into pavement and skidded the camera across a tarmac.
