If you’re reading this on a Tuesday in March, the odds are about 67% yes. But in London, that number is meaningless because the rain might have fallen while you blinked. Here’s the truth: the city itself doesn’t know. Rain in London is like Wi-Fi—sometimes it’s there, sometimes it’s not, and you only realize it’s gone when you try to use it.
So, did it rain? Probably. Does it matter? Not until you step outside and feel that first cold drop of passive-aggressive moisture drip down your neck. Then you’ll know. And you’ll mutter, “Ah, typical.”
Now go forth, armed with this knowledge. And remember: if you can’t see the rain, it’s just London’s way of saying “I love you”—with a side of mild inconvenience.
