Umbrella

What a difference a day makes, eh, eh, eh?

Never in the past three weeks have I seen the meadows so deserted. No orange sainsbury bags. No trails of white smoke from the bargain BBQs. No sound of drums from these musicians who only appear in the summer. No people standing and waving to grab their friends attention (Oh, you meant THAT tree?!).

Nothing, except a girl and her brolly. One of which I also have not seen for a long time.

Still, the rain cleared the air, and made the capital smell amazing. Every cloud...