Commuting by public transport, though, makes us all walkers, which means we have a taste of the weather, like it or not.
So I dodged puddles on the street and jumped over them to reach the curb. I stood shivering on the platform, waiting for a train.
I dashed into buildings gratefully, shook off the umbrella, stamped the feet, brushed off the coat. It was too cold for a raincoat so the wool one was pressed into service.
And at the end of the day I marveled at the warmth and dryness of this house I sit in now. Four walls that, among other things, keep out the elements. And yesterday, that was a very good thing!