9.40pm

The sun bursts, bleeds into a sky that speaks of dragons.

8.30pm

Contumelious cloudbursts aside,

the sun persisted.

9.30pm

The sun, it seems has returned,

yet so unexpected the day is almost done before we realise.

11.30pm

The day insists on lingering,

unwilling to give in to night.

8am

Summer Solstice.

Rain.

6.50pm

All day the rain comes down.

8.25pm

Before the rain, the heavens roil and fall.

9.45pm

9.25pm

9.pm

After the rain blows away to sea.

9.15pm

Sunset.

8.45pm

9pm

An unexceptional day ends with a delight. 

7.15pm

A brighter day with tentative sun and a bit of bluster.

9pm

Another day of showers ends in glory.

8.50pm

A cooler day. 

Rainshowers.

6.45pm

Rain.

Finally.

9pm

At times I wonder if it is possible to ever tire of such generous, unending beauty?

8.35pm

This glory never ends, 

but merely slips away for a spell,

to give the night it's turn.

8.30pm

It seems that we have trapped the sun 

for every morning she is there,

shaking out her parasol, 

combing out her golden hair.