Yet another wonderful period piece. It took me far too long to get to this one. Although it was certainly worth the wait.
This whole piece was tightly written, and the sentence structure supported the tone. I rather like that the weather itself seemed to be a character in its own right. There was nothing extraneous or unnecessary to slow down the narrative.
It looks as if doughboycafe already fixed up anything wrong with it, and I really don't have any suggestions for improvement.
"You can’t let a woman in even at another woman’s funeral, thought Jack." I'll be honest, this was my favorite line. It says quite a bit about Jack and the strumpet he was looking at. It also adds a bit of levity to a very somber story.
All in all, magnifico! One of these days, I'm going to have to scour through your gallery and read some of your other stuff!