Watching the rain

It's raining again, will it never end. Where does it all come from, I have this theory that the clounds scoop it out of the loch and pour it full tilt on to the roof like one of those fire fighting aeroplanes that you see out in America during the forest fires.
Well that's what it sounds like from inside! Now there's a thought, we could export the rain, save it up and sell it on.
Good Scottish Rain Water should fetch a fair price, think of all those expats out in Abu Dhabi for instance what they wouldn't do for a drookin from a good old west coat thunder storm.
An enterprising entrepreneur could tanker it up and install it at all the working compounds around the world where the Scots are employed.
Along side the square slice sausage and Tunnocks Tea cakes you could have aerosols of 'West Coast Soak' Advertising jargon something like 'If you're feeling hot and dusty, just one spray will turn you rusty' to the tune of 'Back in Bonny Scotland wi ma raincoat'.
What a blog this is turning out to be, I may have a little water on the brain after today.
Back to work...go on back to work...going going gone!