In the concrete jungle that is London the weather patterns of the outside world do not apply; rain storms are confined to areas of only a few blocks, the winds whips down the street one second and up the street the next, the sun is only to been seen for a few moments in the evening as it drops below the clouds that hang perpetually over greater London, painting the sky with reds, oranges, and pinks as it drops to the horizon. Some days you can see the tops of the buildings, others they are covered by fog. It may be warm when you step out your door, and cold at the end of the block. In all of London there is only one constant weather pattern: car exhaust—ever present, blackening the buildings. London does not participate in the weather patterns of the rest of the world, it has ‘Urban Weather.’
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