Always. Especially if you’re a grown up. Especially if you work in an office job in London.
Because London in the rain is so soothing, it’s your breath on the bus window, it’s jeans tucked into Doc Martins, it’s water mixing with dust on brown pavements.
It’s an excuse to stay for one more pint in the pub, it’s rice pudding on the sofa with friends so good they feel like your blood.
It’s forgetting your umbrella and getting soaked through, and then it’s the hour-long bath. It’s getting your feet wet (even if you have nice socks on). It’s definitely enduring the downpour. It’s jumping in puddles.