Rain Rain Go Away

I've had a peaceful few days in Slovakia and the picture perfectly portrays the serenity of the lake-side site were I was staying.
The picture also shows a severe lack of blue sky as there hasn't been any for some time. I would love to say that the weather isn't everything but like the frazzled parents who are desperately trying to keep their rain-dampened children amused, it does take its toll.

It's raining heavily but I decide to move on to Poland regardless so I loaded the bike and wet-saddled it to Krakow. The clouds are mountain top low, thick and grey as far as the eye can see but I stick to last nights planned route and head for the hills.
I take the road to Zdiar, continuing through the numerous ski villages including Tatranska Javorina where I stop for coffee, then into Poland, not that you would have noticed a border although the traffic seemed to increase exponentially for some reason; maybe it's a Monday thing.
More rain and more traffic later, I arrive at the internet-searched campsite located within the city limits of Krakow, which turns out to be ideal because they have cabins. I secure one without hesitation especially when I notice the weather chart pinned to the reception hut that colourfully forecasts thunderstorms for the next 3 days. Oh Yippee!
As positive as I try to be, this poor weather is beginning to get to me, as, in reality, it changes the whole experience when you're on a bike. A storm or two, here or there, can be a welcome change but day after day, and it just saps your enthusiasm, literal water torture! Hey ho. I shall take a wander around Krakow tomorrow, now that I'm here and move on somewhere on Wednesday.

Pray for sunshine or send some, whichever works best for you ...

Thanks,
Damp of Poland