A Rare Sight.

The moon. I saw the moon at twilight tonight for the first time in about three weeks. That’s how long it’s been depressingly dull and wet in Britain. The lanes are muddy and pool-spattered, the fields are soft and sodden, and hardly a plant or tree branch has stopped dripping.

My description is hopelessly inadequate. Tennyson says it much better in Idylls:

…the wan day

Went glooming down in wet and weariness

Isn’t that splendid? Only make ‘day’ plural.