my kind of weather

Weather-wise, today was a typical March-to-April day.

I try and get to church every Sat (except if I know John won't be there of course) and I have to catch two different buses to get within walking distance. While waiting for the first around 2:30 this afternoon it was lightly sprinkling, overcast and chilly with a breeze. By the time I got to the transfer point to catch the second bus it was a not-quite downpour. I seem to be cursed with waiting in the open because all the stops I have to wait at don't have shelters, so I was soaked after five minutes.

Right now you may be asking why I didn't bring an umbrella if it was raining when I left. The thought crossed my mind as I checked my watch for the second time in five minutes. Then I mentally reviewed my list of why I didn't/don't use an umbrella.

1. They're unwieldy in confined spaces, such as a bus door.
2. It's one more thing to carry, and I already had a backpack and jacket to keep track of.
3. It only keeps my head dry and doesn't keep the wind out, the rest of me gets wet and cold anyway.
4. When I get where I'm going it makes a puddle, most likely on the carpet. If I wanted that I'd buy a small hyperactive dog.

Besides, there's something in the depressing aspect of getting totally soaking wet that appeals to me. When people see me trudging stolidly through pouring rain, shivering and looking like a half-drowned rat, I find comfort in that the outside mirrors what I feel on the inside the majority of the time.