Bergen, 13:45 there. Wind 39 km/h, gusting to 68. Dry.
Of Wellington, Cherrapunji, Ushuaia and Hong Kong, it is loudest in Bergen this half hour, where the room has just arrived. Kyoto, 21:45 there. Wind 8 km/h, gusting to 42. Dry. It is in the ball for the contrast. Nothing is recorded; the sound is made from the numbers in this browser, and begins only when asked.
Somewhere it is blowing. This room stands wherever, of five places, the weather has the most to say, and stays at least an hour before it looks again.
Nothing here is recorded. The wind is noise shaped by the speed of the real wind; the rain is as many drops as are falling; the chimes are stirred only by the gusts.
A still, dry day is silence, and the silence is also the weather. Listen long enough and a voice wears: fainter, or lower and duller, where it has been heard most.