Rain, rain, go away...

It's a bank holiday weekend in England. It was sunny and warm last week, but now it's rainy and cold. Oh, how the Gods of Weather do mock us Englishmen (and women). Oh, how they wave their danglies derisively in our very faces.

A God about to lift his skirt and
wave his danglies, yesterday.

But do we complain? Do our stiff upper lips waver one instant? Of course; but the Gods don't listen.

Bastards.

Still, never mind, there's always the summer.