King of the pavement

Snow flakes twice the size of stamps followed by rain. Yesterday was the kind of day that made you want to own one of those huge anti-social umbrellas. You know, the ones that make you king of the pavement, a crusader with an umbrella-shaped shield, the power to repel the rain. The drops are kept at bay, falling so far on the other side of the umbrella that you can imagine you're inside. People have to chart their course along the pavement around you as you sail along in a smug bubble of dry. Selfish, I know, the Umbrella Dream.