It always rains on me when I’ve been to Munich with the exception of one and only one day that I was there. I’m sure the sun comes out because it did once and not every day can be gloomy. But it’s always been grey and wet and gloomy the rest of the time that I’ve been there. And it’s a cold rain. One that goes straight to the bone. “Munich Rain” is what I call it. It somehow manages to trickle down the back of your neck and your back suddenly clenches with a “OH SH*T!” reaction.
Yeh. Munich Rain. Take your umbrella when you visit. That and someone that will warm you up to help drive that chill out of your body.