Hi V ... We sheltered under Princes Bridge. We watched the rain drench all above, around and below. The pavements glistened. The Yarra accepted it all, no effort, no sigh, no complaint. Reprieve. Hooded, prepared for the next soaking we made it to the footbridge. We risked the wet, gazed into the mist and looked back to where we had been. Ominous they were those clouds. Off we went, next destination in sight. Happiness J.