Our entire summer up until now, in fact spring and summer, has been the wettest on record. It's reminded me of a the short story by Ray Bradbury called All Summer in a Day.
The story takes place in a colony on Venus, in a schoolroom. The children are waiting for the rain to stop and the sun to come out--which only happens for an hour every seven years. Some of them have never even seen the sun. Sadly, there is a small, vulnerable girl that the children gang up on and they lock her in the closet for the entire hour that the sun shines. I've thought of this story since May, as summer seemed to come to Britain only an hour at a time--and if I was inside cleaning up after breakfast or making beds, I would miss it, just like the little girl locked in the closet.
This is a picture I took of the Olympic Torch coming through Oxford on the 9th of July at 6pm. It wasn't exactly a bright and glorious summer evening as you can see.
As the Olympic Torch crowds dispersed, Magdalen Tower and dark clouds loomed overhead.
|And here is the proof of sunny|
summer days to come--just look
atit! Not a cloud to be seen.
But now, St. Swithin be praised, all that has changed. Apparently the jet stream was stubbornly too low and wouldn't budge, causing great swathes of wind and rain to descend upon Britain. I'm happy to report the jet stream has decided to cooperate and has shifted northward, where it's supposed to be this time of year. This means that all the wind and rain will descend over Scotland, (sorry Scotland), where it should be and has since time immemorial. This leaves southern England to bask in the sun at long last--and just in time for the Olympics. Truly a St. Swithin's Day miracle!