Pauses nervously. Has he 1) used that simile before? and 2) is it a reference enough of his readers will get?
Naturally, as soon as the door closed behind me, the sickly grey clouds had mounted up again, blocking the sky like poisoned treacle, and down it came again. But I was ready for this, I had my erotic yellow kag in a bag in my rucksack and was able to put it on straightaway. This would keep me dry, I figured.
Besides, I wanted to take some rainy shots of the lake, my phone was tucked away in my works gilet under the anorak, all was bound to be warm and snug. All would be fine. This was good practice for the really long walks I plan to make.
Of course, even without running, condensation soon mounted up under the kag, and the rain seemed to be finding a way in through the zipper and the seams that were supposed to be waterproof. I would have been dryer naked. My mobile phone ended up more than a little damp, and taking photographs was a struggle as the screen was too slippery to wipe. The ducks and geese, present in numbers, honked their distress at the weather.
But I managed to get some atmospheric shots, which I've had a little play with in pixlr as an experiment. I spent a lot of time imagining buying proper walking gear, shoes that were a shade more damp resistant, and waterproofs that were proof against water.