The rain melts all of the seasons into one. With no bitter cold that separates the fall from the spring.
I would love to see a snowfall did not melt in its descent into slush. It would stop the traffic and send the country into chaos but that makes it all more the appealing.
Glasgow has a hundred words for rain and fight. It says a lot about the city. Not that it is a bad place.
It is filled with both good people and bad people. The good ones you want to know, the bad ones make it interesting.
I will never know Glasgow like some of the places I have lived. The small Pennsylvania towns, where I worked for a summer, were on display like a salad on a plate. Glasgow keeps itself a bit more guarded. Maybe that is why I have stuck around for a bit longer.