A rush hour deluge. Puddles developing into temporary ponds. A tidal wave of surface spray rising up towards the leaden skies. Heads down in a concerted effort to block out the rain (mentally and physically). A van driver taking that default mode to extremes. A queue of traffic held as a result of his indulgence in his phone. A look of snarling anger at being clocked. Guilt masked in outrage. His facial expression as ugly as the morning.