Yes, right. The shoures showed no sign of percing the recent droghte as they were vanishingly parsimonious; and as they were composed of a thin vicious sleet on a north wind they had no claim whatever to be soote. As they slanted by we did get a little bit of glamour out of them. This must be the coldest rainbow I’ve ever seen.
The chill got into my bones rather. Last fire of the season? Or are we about to have one of those perishing springs and blighted summers again?