“I don’t remember it being quite so bad for a long time,” she said. “It’s still raining cats and dogs.”
Paddington peered over her shoulder. Although he couldn’t see any actual cats, or any stray dogs for that matter, he caught the general drift of the conversation and given the raindrops were literally bouncing off the pavement ahead of them like things possessed, he put two and two together and made five.
“I expect it would be worse in Darkest Peru, Mrs. Brown,” he said. “They don’t have any pavements there, but it might even rain cats and bears.”