>>>>>search for let it snow
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>>>>Hmm, Doesn't work for me (I mean I found a link telling me what I should see - but I don't).
>>>>OTOH it really snowed here yesterday so maybe Google's geo-location is smart enough to target the page to those who really need it.
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>>>Maybe they should do a "let it drizzle" especially for London.
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>>That's funny.
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>>I have spent a fair amount of time in London and elsewhere in the UK. The amount of precipitation wasn't that much but it always looked like it was about to rain. I have never seen so many black clouds anywhere in my life. Were they constipated?
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>London is fairly dry.
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>Head west if you want real wet weather. Like where Viv lives in Wales or Devon.

How does Viv stay so sunny? ;-)

I know I have plugged "Angela's Ashes" before. (Not just me; it won about every book award around). One of the indelible images is the beginning:

"Out in the Atlantic Ocean great sheets of rain gathered to drift slowly up the River Shannon and settle forever in Limerick. The rain dampened the city from the Feast of the Circumcision to the New Year's Eve. It created a cacophony of hacking coughs, bronchial rattles, asthmatic wheezes, consumptive croaks. It turned noses into fountains, lungs into bacterial sponges. It provoked cures galore; to ease the catarrh you boiled onions in milk blackened with pepper; for the congested passages you made a paste of boiled flour and nettles, wrapped it in a rag, and slapped it, sizzling, on the chest. From October to April the walls of Limerick glistened with the damp. Clothes never dried; tweed and woolen coats housed living things, sometimes sprouted mysterious vegetations ... The rain drove us into the church -- our refuge, our strength, our only dry place. At Mass, Benediction, novenas, we huddled in great damp clumps, dozing thought priest drone, while steam rose again from our clothes to mingle with the sweetness of incense, flowers and candles. Limerick gained a reputation for piety, but we knew it was only the rain."