Victor Frankenstein has already supplied additional details to elucidate the weather
being experienced here. The Creature, he recounts, was born "on a dreary night of
November," and the next morning dawned "dismal and wet," with rain pouring "from a
black and comfortless sky" (I:4:6). Although, if we then follow the Creature's account,
it subsequently cleared sufficiently for the light to seem oppressive to him, later
that night, the time to which he is referring in his narrative, it reverted to a seasonably
cold temperature.