London Summer

Rain lashed against the house dropping in sheets.  Puddles formed in the cracked red clay on the parched ground.  It was eight a.m. and almost as dark as night.  With the rain came a freshness, a release of all the yesterdays with a promise of tomorrow.

                                                                       NBP

It wasn't London, but it could have been. Umbrellas became as constant as carrying a purse to a yard sale.  Cloud cover floated by opening to glorious blue skies and a sun more spectacular than it has the right to be.

Half a dozen female cardinals flew by dropping to the ground.  The males were radiant tucked safely in the hemlock and pine trees. Chatter was everywhere as birds sang out their hearts.  Three crows landed as the cardinals flew off.  A cool breeze drifted in as the leaves began to sway. 

At once, the sky draped gray.  Lightening cracked overhead as the chorus of birds quieted. A London summer had returned.