The Wet Look

Rain rain, come and stay, so we can play another day (instead of counting our water, ration by ration). As our thirst for rain grows, a curious fashion note emerges: Umbrellas are left by the wayside.

Under this infrequent moist blessing from above, why lessen its impact on the grateful bod?

One rainy day in the Old Town area of Pasadena, it was evident that a mere dash of plastic, a pork pie, a baseball cap, a fedora did the trick, filling their wearers’ cup of happiness to the brim.

And some, like the young woman in the cape, even went hatless, with her head reverently bowed at the miracle.