Gone with the Sun

Like an unhealthy love affair, the sun makes a late appearance, unapologetic for his absence and in the confidence that his current presence is sufficient enough to warrant forgiveness for all that has happened whilst he neglected our needs and allowed us to endure the violent wind and relentless rain. While we were cold and longing for you where were you? we demand, arms crossed like a disgruntled lover to an unfaithful partner. We prayed you would come, but as always you took your time. We counted down the days, but you never arrived. And now like an unrepentant boyfriend you return with no explanation and no remorse. We want to curse you and tell you to go away but daren’t, in case you call our bluff and disappear for good. So like suckers in love we bask in your presence, accepting your temperamental terms, knowing you fickle tendencies and like a fool we convince ourselves to be grateful for the time we briefly share, before continuing the unproductive cycle of sitting by the window anxiously anticipating your return! Oh how I love you British Summer…  xx