Over in the UK it's totally erratic. This morning, bright sunshine. Then a train out of London to visit a friend's exhibition opening in a country village. We were worried because as soon as the train crossed the Thames, the heaven's opened and a big storm drenched the south of England. By the time we get there, it is a beautiful spring day. Later, a walk in the afternoon, but we turn back to the gallery when the sudden attack of hail stones actually start to hurt! An hour later, everyone is back in shirt sleeves and a few sunglasses are out. Martin Parr's first book was a black and white celebration of how crap our weather is. Hopefully this long link works: