It's raining sideways

What is the point of fighting rain that is coming down sideways? Yesterday I felt the futility of the exercise, and it seems this morning is more or less a repeat of the same.

My favourite fictional inspector, Inspector Montalbano, is a character fairly susceptible to the changes in weather. His colleagues know to avoid him on days when the wind is whipping up the Sicilian coastline into grey waves. Perhaps that is a bit extreme, but don't most people feel let down when they wake up to a leaky sky and lashing winds? I certainly end up pissed off on my way into work. Splash! There go my boots which I had most lovingly polished. Splosh! My bag is wet from the rain. Swoosh! The wind lifts up my umbrella, and my hair is sprayed with dirty water - my black temper is now a livid red. I've lost a coat button, too.

It was different when I first witnessed the monsoon rains in Seoul after moving back from London. I was excited to see the fierce torrent, so unlike the gentle drizzle I was used to.
"Can we go out to play?" I asked my mum, expecting her to say no. Afterall, it was pouring outside - never mind cats and dogs, these were elephants. But she said yes.
"I think you should wear your raincoat and wellies," she said. So I ran out with my yellow raincoat on and my red rubber wellington boots (and only my white underwear). My little sister joined me on the street, which was empty of cars and people, and we jumped straight into the largest puddle we could find. My mum just stood outside the door, saying, "Don't go out too far!" but we were busy getting as wet as possible, soaking up the monsoon, whooping and shrieking like little banshees.

What can I do to brighten my mood on a rainy day like this? I don't know. I may crawl back to bed. Would life be better with a comfort blanket in the office?