As I write this, a summer storm is brewing outside, bringing to mind James Russell Lowell’s immortal words:
Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter,
The wind is gathering in the west;
The upturned leaves first whiten and flutter,
Then droop to a fitful rest;
Up from the stream with sluggish flap
Struggles the gull and floats away;
Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap,–
We shall not see the sun go down to-day:
Now leaps the wind on the sleepy marsh,
And tramples the grass with terrified feet,
The startled river turns leaden and harsh,
You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat.
As the lightning claps heralds the summer, I cannot help think of what great opportunities that lie ahead in this season. Welcome to summer everyone.
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