i guess there's no other woes per se, excepting the rain in your face, hard and to the annoyance that wearing eyeglasses brings to forward momentum.
if your bicycle doesn't have those rain-guard mudflaps, well then your butt will get wet from the dirty street-water defying gravity and flowing upward from the tires and all over your pants, bag, and pride.
your shoes will get wet from the rain coming down, the water splashing back at you from the front tire, and from the water deflecting from the frame splashes.
it's actually quite the liberating experience, once when fully wet, and ultimately disregarding the need to stay in any form of dry and/or warm. so, as i was almost nearing home last night, soak to the bone, tipsy and filled with deliciousness, i could see how these innate pleasures could derive from momentary miseries.
tonight's homework:
defy the weather patterns of the planet and don't be afraid to get your clothes wet; they'll eventually dry off, and you'll move on.
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