A cool breeze swept past me, tickling my skin. It's whistling tune remained quiet, comfortable. However it seemed fast, too fast. A second after, a heavy gust of wind hit me, and then hit me again, over and over, with more ferocity then before.

The once warm, soothing sky was now an abysmal, murky grey wall of clouds enveloping my sight entirely, leaving no gaps for the radiant blue shine of the morning sky to radiate its heavenly warmth.

Soon after, rain poured down. Not the usual, 'cats and dogs' rain but a rain which fell with burning ferocity. Rain so ferocious it seemed as if it had been created through the negative feelings of all humanity itself.

By now, the wind was no longer a strong breeze but a violent tempest willing to tear down whatever stood in its path.

As I gazed from my window, now firmly shut, I truly understood what it meant to, 'be from Britian,' for nothing could prepare me for the weather Britian has. Never in a million years.

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