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Something that’s always struck me about New York rainstorms is their affect on your umbrella. After almost any major rainstorm, you can walk through the city streets and find the corpses of many ruined umbrellas who could not handle the wind of the storm. I have struggled with my own flimsy umbrella which is conveniently collapsible, but will flip out with the slightest gust. I tried going the raincoat route, using something I affectionately called my urban poncho, but my hood bothered me by constantly falling in front of my eyes and obscuring my peripheral vision.

Yesterday I had it. I was sick of holding my umbrella down to avoid (or just hold off) the flip out. I’d been eying those adorable, clear, dome umbrellas and yesterday I decided to buy one. The second I stepped out into the rain it was worth it. I had to walk a few avenues and found myself securely underneath a strong (yet cute) umbrella, watching the many suffering umbrellas around me that might not have lasted the night.

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