Little black rain clouds

The year's final month tiptoed in on a Tuesday. In stockinged feet, time only left the faintest of footprints as it passed the threshold into December. The clocks tick-tocked on relentlessly, another handful of minutes of daylight shaved off each day until the Winter Solstice turning point. The weather gods kept having the last laugh with temperatures up and down like a yo-yo and the sun playing a game of tag with the clouds. On the menu that Tuesday, intermittent drizzle, followed by a peek-a-boo appearance of the sun and a dessert of heavy showers, the mixture drizzled with a neither here nor there 10°C. That morning, my wardrobe offered a seasonal...