Rainy London

It's been raining. Along with that wind, we had a helluva lot rain this weekend.
Pouring really.
It ruins stuff when it just keeps raining.
We were going to walk to the movies on Saturday night. It's a nice, half-hour walk to our local cinema, all flat, all along the high road.
London's pretty much all flat, which is really good for walking and cycling.
Anyway, couldn't do that, had to drive and hassle for a parking space, because it was just coming down in buckets when we went out to go.
And then it proceeded to come down pretty much all night long.
The last two mornings when we've woken up it's been pouring too. Rain pelting our attic bedroom windows.
This morning, not wanting to get up and not having to work, I worried about my son walking to the Tube station since all he has is one of those small black, collapsable umbrellas (the kind I keep losing ) -- and he's a big guy.
But then it actually stopped raining for a few minutes right when he had to walk to the station, so he was good.
And then it finally cleared up this afternoon. After two solid days of rain.
That's the thing here.
You give up hoping that it will clear up.
You don't give it a chance really.
Once it starts raining like that, you just think that's it.
And giving up hope is never good.
Because at a certain point, it actually does stop raining.