British Weather

I am taking part in the Ninja Writers challenge of posting every day throughout the month of May. Today is a very heartfelt drabble.

There is nothing more tedious than waiting for a bus in the rain. The shelter’s corrugated roof has holes allowing wet ventilation that is akin to water torture to the queuing bodies below. Drip, drip, drip. People smile and say “Good for the garden” “Perfect day for ducks” I say please take your optimistic outlook far away from me. I am immersed in wet misery remembering the warmth of the sun I basked in so happily and it only feels like yesterday. Wait. It was yesterday. Oh, the great British Summer; perhaps tomorrow will be brighter, and warmer. And dry.

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