The scene resembled a snow globe, violently agitated.
A bout of hailstones pelted down from the steel-grey tinted sky and the gust was whipping them up like a giant whisk beating egg white.
As I stood by the window, awe-stricken, a group of unfortunate runners sprinted passed…
It was a cold day. I feel sorry for those virtuous people…
Later on, the weather improved dramatically like nothing had ever happened. The sky was wiped clean cloudless and London basked in the afternoon sunshine.
Well, that’s autumn weather for you. Moody and unpredictable…
