It rains in Aberdeen, yes. Not tropical thunderstorms like in Malaysia. Certainly not terrible hurricanes like in America. Sometimes it’s a proper downpour, but more often, it’s the relentless part-mist-part-rain stuff that gets on your face regardless of what direction you’re walking, or how low your hood or umbrella is. It’s a feature of November to about Arpril, keeps up all day, and usually gets worse just as you want to head home. You soon learn the Doric word dreich, and fully understand its meaning.
But at some point it stops. And then everything is clean and refreshed. And often, if you remember to look in the right places, very pretty.