My sister in Liverpool told me that her dog was going spare at the sound of rain and hailstones on their conservatory roof as I told her we were in the middle of a drought

We're separated by the Irish sea - I can drive two miles south of here over the shoulder of what aspires to be a mountain, Sliabh Callan out of frefing cold weather, and have to stop the car to take my jacket off in case I pass out with the heat
The weather in this part of the world is weird my late mate summed it up perfectly when as a newly moved Dub, he encountered our '60mph fog' - see mist driven by howling winds

I remember an elderly lady curator of a 'black house' in Shetland telling us how her daughter in London wrote to her, "The weather in London is so BORING"
Jim