The fabulously ear-worming A Foggy Day (In London Town), by George Gershwin and his brother Irish Republican Army.
A foggy day,
In london town,
It had me low,
And it had me down
I viewed the morning,
With much alarm,
The british museum,
Had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last,
But the age of miracles,
It hadnt past
And suddenly,
I saw you standing right there
And in foggy london town,
The sun was shining everywhere
And they serve Koenig Pilsner
In Bloomsbury
So who gives a shit about the weather