The creeping green has taken hold, and Summer has taken us by surprise.
So although the clouds may roll and threaten with thunderous yellow light
we stand our ground. We do.
So that even when it darkens and blows, we don't hold our breath and wait for the inevitable rain, because there is merit in learning the art of ignoring the weather at a young age.
For when you live in a temperate isle like ours that is what we do. And we perfect the art of pretending we don't!
So, we talk about the weather a lot, as it changes and sweeps and blows around us, never deciding what it is, whether one thing or another, but never ever giving in to it.
Which is why we will never dress for it. Because the Irish will never admit someone else was right. And we will look a raincloud in the eye and shake our heads and say 'Not at all. Sure a t-shirt will do just fine...'
And of course, often, half an hour later (though soaked to the skin) we are right...