Rain, Rain, Go Away

All the snow and ice melted away yesterday morning, and the dreary, drizzling rain recommenced. Now I’m back to sidestepping puddles and fighting the wind with my umbrella.  The weather was particularly bad during my walk to the bus from work yesterday. As I was crossing my pedestrian bridge, an obnoxiously strong gust of wind and rain whipped across the river and practically knocked us commuters off our feet. In that moment I happened to catch an amusing tidbit of conversation between two people headed the opposite direction: a young guy complained to his friend, “Why do we live here?!” Exactly what I was thinking, man.

The force of the wind rendered my umbrella useless, so, with a bit of a struggle, I collapsed it then tucked it under my arm and let the rain pelt my face. Socks and shoes soaked through to the core, I trudged my way across the IFSC, sloshed over the Luas tracks and rounded the corner. And surprise, surprise! My local bus was there, waiting for me, all warm and bright and cosy inside. I ran up and caught it just as it was about to pull off, and I didn’t feel so unfortunate anymore.