Summer Returns. Or Does It...?

The sun was shining again at last, and the sky was a gorgeous shade of blue.  Such a treat.  My sister joined us for lunch and then a search for bargain books in the local charity shops.  After visiting one right next door to the restaurant, we decided to leave the car where it was and walk up to the other two further down the street and then back to the car for a bit of post-lunch exercise.  The warm sunshine and white fair-weather cumulus had lulled us into a false sense of security.  Within moments of us getting as far away from the car as possible, a huge black cloud scudded overhead and released big fat drops of rain which plopped heavily onto the pavement as we huddled for shelter under a portico outside the shop we'd just been in.  The Great British Summer strikes again.