It was bright when I got home, perfect for running.  As I left the house the rain began to fall.  Then it emptied cats and dogs (or old women and sticks as the would say in parts of Wales).  It was the heaviest rain I have ever ran in and it just kept coming.  At one point the rain was so hard I ran for a kilometer with one eye closed and the other being constantly rubbed.  Periodically the arms of my waterproof filled with water on the inside and I kept having to swing my arms down to empty them.  The sky was solid rain and the roads were rivers.  As I turned back into my street to finish the run the sun began and the clouds slipped gently away as ninja like as they arrived.