It's always something, you know. One day it's too hot, the next it's too cold. The sun beats down upon your face like a thousand tiny hammers, or the rain pounds against your skin like a chorus line of tiny, angry drummers.
And don't even get me started on the in-between days, when the wind is just strong enough to make you question the very fabric of reality. It's like the earth is trying to tell you something, but you can't quite make out what.
But hey, at least we have umbrellas, right? Those handy canopies of protection from the elements. Or, in the case of the really bad weather, those handy canopies that turn into projectiles in the wind.