You call this rain?

Dear diary,

What is the deal with all of these Germans walking around in the rain with their hoods down?  Do they not know what that warm, cup-shaped thing attached to the neck of their jackets is used for?  Do they enjoy a second shower?  Do they delight in frizzy hair?  Do they love getting sick?  Are they trying to prove something, like some prideful Seattle-ite that thinks that only they hold the secret knowledge as to what real rain looks like?

"You call this rain?" I remember my dad frequently saying, smugly crossing his arms, and smirking as he put away his umbrella.  Yes.  That is rain.  Rain is any kind of water droplets that with enough time, will leave your clothes stained with moisture, and I for one do not want to get wet.  I don't want to have to towel myself off, I don't want my meticulously flat-ironed hair to revert to full frizz, I do not want a second shower, and I do not want to catch somebody's nasty, phlegm-laden cough.

XOXO Katarina