I think I'm over all this winter business already. The wet, blustery part of it, at least.
Definition of a perverse creature... sombody who spends all summer waiting for it to cool down, and then all winter shivering miserable. There must be at least 10 minutes twice a year that the weather makes sense?
On the other hand, an umbrella like this might be a reason to enjoy the rain. At least for a little while. Maybe with wellingtons. I don't care if they're too popular... sometimes I just want to have warm, dry feet.