The perils of rain

I was walking to the train station this morning. It was teaming it down. Yes I had an umbrella, but alas, poor old me still got soaked. It is now about 4 hours later that I am sat here writing this, and I am still the victim of soaking socks.

There is nothing nice about being wet with clothes on when it is not glorious sunshine and 40 degrees. Then it is nothing short of orgasmic. You get to cool off with your wet clothes whilst the sun dries them out for you, beautiful. The other side of that coin is not so nice. whatever part of your clothing is wet plasters itself to you. there is nothing you can do to avoid the horrors of the drenched shirt or trousers.

With the trousers. Every time you take a forward step, they seem to somehow grip onto your leg tighter. You can pull at them to try and shake them out but it is pointless. You will only succeed in giving yourself a moments rest bite before it happens all over again, and this time I swear they get colder. There is always the strange walk/waddle. This is quite effective in some cases. You do not bend your knees therefore look utterly ridiculous walking with straight legs, but what they does do is prevent the wrappage of the trousers around the leg as it stops the two coming into contact. There are a couple of problems with this though. There is the already touched upon looking like a twat issue and then there is the issue that you cannot sustain it for long. As it is such an unnatural way to walk then it really puts a strain on your legs and isn’t very comfortable. If you are able to do it for long periods of time well done you, you weirdo.

Then there is the shirt. This is a disaster. If the shirt is soaking then there really is nothing you can do. As soon as it hits your back it is cold. You do the arch of the back, fling the face up to the sky with a grimace on your teeth as the cold, wet shirt hits your back. It is so damn uncomfortable. If your shirt is that wet then you know the sleeves will be too so you are engulfed. This causes a couple of other problems that the trouser do not. Sitting down is a problem. You don’t want to hit your cold, wet back on the seat so you can avoid feeling it against your skin (you have obviously done the peel away by now, if you haven’t then you are a fool). Any slight bit of upper body contact causes the elbows to pull back and that grimace return slightly as the cold gets through you.

Finally the wet socks. A fate that I am suffering with right now. As you walk along, with your umbrella, you try to avoid the puddles. If you are lucky enough to have wellies then well done you, this doesn’t concern you. if not though then you know exactly how it is. You try and keep the water just on the sole of the shoe. As soon as that first puddle is waded through then you know it’s all over. The water finds some kind of crack to get through and within seconds your socks are soaking. These leads to freezing cold toes and wet socks for the rest of the damn day. Bring on the summer. That is the thought for the day, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters