“I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.

Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.”

― Ray Bradbury, Green Shadows, White Whale

Well, after wondering for the last few weeks where Autumn had gotten to, summer seeming to hang around in no hurry to get its coat and leave, it was as if somebody threw a switch. No gradual transition but a sudden jerk. Perhaps it isn't autumn everywhere in Britain...looks pretty sunny over there...perhaps it's my personal rain cloud.