Singin' in the Rain

I've been back in London for a week now, and I promise you, in that amount of time, there have been very few moments when it has not been raining. 

And, no, we are not Singin' in the Rain like the West End show, but are actually growing a bit "rain-weary."

The news is reporting that it's been one of the rainiest April's in recent years, and I believe it.

When everything around you is grey, you have to start looking out of the box to find some color. I decided I should trade in my black umbrella for something cheerier,

and I began to look out from underneath my umbrella as I walked, and saw some beautiful wisteria down the block,

and these beautiful flowers blooming overhead.

Flowers at the vendor on the corner,

no blue overhead, but a spot of blue on the For Hire bikes

and "black cabbie."

Personally, I can pass on sitting at a sidewalk cafe under an umbrella,

but I did pause for a minute to wonder what I could buy at the Superdry Store to make life a little more bearable.

Probably if I took the time to read this book I found at Waterstone's, I might be able to solve the mystery of British weather.

Maybe.

Proof that it won't rain forever was just outside my front door one afternoon for just a brief moment, and that was enough to give me hope that brighter days could possibly be ahead.

But I'm not holding my breath...

Just waiting and watching,

and waiting and watching some more, and being the seasoned Londoner that I am,

never leaving the house without the brolly.