It’s raining. Another bug of mine. I don’t mind normal rain, where by using an umbrella you still remain dry, but I hate the kind of rain, like today, where yes, your hair remains dry, but the rain is coming down so damn fast it’s splashing off the ground and up your legs. By the time I got home from the school run this morning, my leggings were wet—don’t shoot me, they’re trendy in the UK, honest!—and the arse of my coat was wet. Now, luckily, a neighbour of mine gave us a lift to the school, so I only got wet walking back. I dread to think how wet I’d have been otherwise.
Yep, I know there are more important things to gripe about, world hunger and all that, and I do feel for all those with massive problems where only having a bit of rain would be welcome, but shit, I just had to rant. And I hate to say this, but I’d rather have the snow we had than this downpour. It’s like a pissing monsoon out there. Now we’ll have people in the country flooded, homes damaged, and God knows what else, because of course, the snow having melted recently will have drenched the ground, and now the rain on top will probably cause havoc because it has nowhere to go—down is not an option, it’s full already!
I love umbrellas, I’d be lost without one, because the UK weather is just crap, to be honest, but at times I think we need umbrellas that not only cover your head, or the kind you can get that are transparent and reach your shoulders, but a whole damn body umbrella!
Oh, and does anyone remember those hat umbrellas from years ago? I never had one, but it was an umbrella that left your hands free.
What weather situation do you hate the most? All we need here now is high winds and my pissed-off state will reach the highest level, because you just know some poor sod’s roof is going to come off and, coupled with the rain, will leave them out of pocket and very wet.