Wet and London have a pretty stereotypical relationship, at least when it comes to rain. Here’s some of the beautiful and some of the not so picturesque areas of the city – wet because of rain or otherwise…
It’s the time of year for April showers. London has no shortage of those, that’s for sure! Although it means wet feet (or wellies), broken umbrellas and cloudy skies, there’s something to be said about watching a storm break through the window while you’re inside, the way the water is kicked off the streets into headlights of black cabs at night and seeing the droplets cling to all of Spring’s new life.
Here’s a few taken from my window. The first one was up on Londonist on Wednesday night.
I spent a drizzly night walking down Southbank with a friend who had never been. While he was shooting photos of the London Eye on his iPhone, I was lingering behind and fascinating myself with the lights shimmering in the wet pavement.
People huddled under bus shelters, gathered in doorways, peeked out from front room windows to gawp at the weather.
Water rushed along the edge of the kerb, flowing quickly, forming small lakes on street corners. Cars were parked on the side of the road, headlights on, waiting out the storm. Thunder made its statement, roaring across the sky followed by a shaking crackle of fork lightning; soon after, small white balls of hail clinking on tin roofs, floating in the streams that rushed along the edge of the kerb like tiny ice cubes to cool down a hot, muggy day. I’ve never seen an English storm like this.
Those people watching, the ones huddled together under shop fronts and the awning of a pub, saw a crazy girl walking slowly home, sloshing through puddles, face to the skies, blond hair draped in ropes down her back, clothes clinging like fabric plastic wrap, hail stones in her handbag, smiling to herself.