Somewhere around here, an old man is snoring

It's not the rain itself I mind so much (although ask me that again if it ends up falling for more than three days straight). Actually, I rather like a bit of rain; I found the sound of it on the roof particularly soothing.

The problem is, in San Francisco, rain almost invariably comes with wind. The kind of wind that swirls around and makes an umbrella next to useless. I'm not crazy about wind under any circumstances, but coupled with rain I find it particularly irritating.

I suppose this may be the universe's way of telling me to get a better rain jacket. Or at least a longer one.