I took shelter from a shower. One moment the sky had been pristine blue, the next, clouds had sailed in overhead, heavy with spring rain. Caught in the city park, I ran to the nearest tree. It was a London plane. The shower became a cloudburst. I’d been admiring this very tree earlier in the day, but its graceful, soaring canopy, and its huge, though relatively sparse leaves, soon proved to be a leaking roof.
Glimpses of Eden
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