Springtime in England

Written for Magpie Tales and  MindLoveMisery

Leaden lumps of rain pound down from a slate grey sky upon a lake of blackened water. On its surface dance a thousand diamond coronets. 

Here and there flashes of silver as fish leap, jump, and frolic.

A majestic swan head held high, swims serenely twixt reeds and lily pads, unconcerned, seemingly unaware of nature’s fury.

A moment or two later shafts of sunlight shoot between the clouds which retreat to reveal a silken sky of lightest, purest blue.

The ancient oaks, moments ago sombre hunched and dour, salute the sun resplendent in their new coats of palest glossy green.

Bird song breaks the silence, and a fox ventures from its lair. A squirrel sits bolt upright and surveys the scene whilst rabbits bounce and a croaking frog looks on.

A cloud of insects tumbles in the air and a frantic dragonfly hovers, darts then hovers again.

For this is Springtime in England.

This is part of our photo prompt at Magpie Tales

Our word at MindLoveMisery is Vernalagnia which refers to the romantic mood heralded by spring.