Um...

[desperance]

It can't actually be raining downstairs but not up here, can it...?

I was all set to go out: bag on back, shades on nose, hat on head. Sandals on feet, for 'tis finally warm out there. Then I got distracted by finding the entire contents of my kitchen all over the floor, for the Evil Little Shits young boy-darlings had raided the spaghetti, the chocolate biscuits and the spare kibble all at once, from the very topmost cupboard which I had deluded myself to be safe.

So I picked up what was recoverable, snarled unforgivingly unforgivably at the cats and glanced out of the window as I headed to the door - and saw rain. Rainishness. Wet pavements and such.

Thought, in that case I'd wait five minutes and see if it became a mad rainstorm or a passing shower; came upstairs to play, glanced out of the window and it looks dry as a bone. Weird...