The Rhythm of Rain in London’s Heart
London awoke to a morning draped in a soft, silvery mist, the kind that seemed to blur the edges of the city and wrap it in a dreamlike haze. The air was cool, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and the distant tang of the Thames. The temperature lingered at 50°F (10°C), with a forecasted high of 57°F (14°C) and a low of 46°F (8°C) by nightfall. The sky was a tapestry of gray, its clouds heavy with the promise of rain, though for now, the city remained dry. The wind was gentle, barely stirring the branches of the plane trees that lined the streets, but there was a crispness to the air that hinted at the lingering chill of early spring. In Covent Garden, the day began slowly, as if the city itself was reluctant to shake off the quiet of the night. The cobblestone piazza was slick with dew, its surface reflecting the soft light of the rising sun. At Monmouth Coffee, the aroma of freshly ground beans and warm pastries wafted through the air, drawing in early risers seeki...