We haz teh
DRIZZEL again.
Like Proust's madeleine dipped in tea, so a soggy memory comes back to me of growing up in Derby, in the lee of the Trent power stations, between 1971 and 1983.
Tis said that, one day, in the great drought of 1976, the drizzle paused for a few moments. Hard to believe, and I didn't witness it myself, but possible, I expect.
Looking at the temperature, I imagine that woolly is right, and that this rain is playing musical statues. When the music stops, whatever is left on the road will form a nice smooth layer