That was really rather unpleasant, a reminder of the dangers of getting your gear on for a ride and heading downstairs without looking out through the curtains. I was drenched by time I got to the end of the street. I then took a strange route, partly forced by having to devote most of my brain to not-being-killed, and decided to carry on rather than undertake a simple U-turn. So I arrived at the park at 7:10, sodden.
Came back and the rain was easing off to a fine drizzle at most just as I reached my door.
Sorry if I missed anyone that was there at 7 on the dot.