How is it that May can be so like November?
The wind, though driven by warm air instead of icy cold, thrashes trees, shaking loose green leaves and scattering them in imitation of its autumn sister. The sky is heavy, gray and threatening. Pounding rain alternates with gentle sprinkles – and then the sun breaks out, betraying the spring that only masquerades. The weekend’s warmth is a memory, but even with the chill the air tastes of new leaves and flower buds. In the evening the clouds break up; the sun sets and Venus appears, sparkling in the west. The wind settles down, having blown away the worst of the wetness, and leaves behind a cool, clear, and very late nightfall.