The rain comes UP, under hems and into the backs of your shoes. Your legs get colder and damper and the wind turns your umbrella inside out with a snap! Turn the spinning umbrella the oooother way around, to get it right side out again... but SNAP it's inside out once more as the wind changes it's mind and wheels about you, trying to unwind your scarf and get behind your defences. Put umbrella away, pouring umbrella rivers into your handbag and up your sleeve, simultaneously. Put hood up. Wind blows it down. Wasn't that wind coming from the other way a minute ago? Tie hood on with wet scarf. Grin maniacally at wind. I am warm, Wind. You can't get into my anorak! And soon, I will be at home with a cup of tea and dry fuzzy socks, watching you zip the last few leaves from the tree in the garden and tap, tap your raindrops on the windowpanes.
Come on, go back out there, close your eyes and take a deep breath...what do you smell?