When It Rains..

There are so many ways I could (sarcastically) finish that sentence. To give you an idea of what
I'm dealing with, this was the view out my window yesterday, at 8am and 8.10am, respectively.

Makes it a bit tricky deciding what to wear for the day. People say England's rainy all the time. Based on the last 2 weeks, I would argue that England actually has the most erratic weather known to mankind. It seems to actually be sunny most of the time, with short cloud/rain breaks. There is just no predicting it.

My first week here, I experienced the wonders of LDW (Laundry Dependent Weather). This phenomenon takes place when, upon the completion of hanging all your wet laundry on the line, the sun INSTANTLY disappears and it starts to drizzle. On my honour: I hung up and took down my laundry 3 different times in one morning, before giving up. It got completely soaked, the sun came out again, and 6 hours later, it was dry. I'm beginning to wonder if I should just hang my dirty clothes on the line, pour some laundry detergent over them, and let the weather do the rest..

My second week here, it was 80 degrees for 5 days in a row, no joke. (My clothes dried almost before I could finish hanging them on the line.)

The only thing I have to say about this week's weather is that yesterday, in my 10-minute walk to school, I got sunned upon, rained upon, hailed upon (which is about the time I start asking God what I have done to grieve Him so greatly), and eventually had to stand under an overhang because it was pouring so hard I couldn't see 5 feet in front of me. It took roughly 3 hours to dry out completely in the library. Time to invest in a knee-length raincoat. I wish I could more fully appreciate that Sheffield's nickname is 'city of rainbows'.