When we moved to Wales, I thought people were overplaying the ‘Wet Wales’ remarks. It turns out they weren’t wrong. Hardly a day has gone by in the last six months when we haven’t seen some form of rain whether it’s a fine mist that frizzes your hair, or torrential downpours that leave the river USK bursting at its banks. It’s so bad, I’ve resorted to doing my own anti-rain dance.
Big Hair Metamorphosis 
Not dissimilar here in Lancaster 🙂 you pretty much write Oct-Feb off as raining (although this weekend has been nice). You develop a very finely tuned ability to define rain in all of its wonderful forms 😉
Indeed! I’m sure there are as many terms for types of rain in Wales as there are for snow in Alaska!