Windy delicious rain.

I fought with my inside-out umbrella before 8am (I lost) meanwhile the wind somehow managed to bring the cold rain UP my skirt. The laughable predicament I found myself in as I walked/trudged across the long bridge this morning. Now sitting with all the other soggy people on the T, I look over and see a pretty blonde who apparently arrived via bubble. Is it possible that her hair still looks that good?