Just when Big Frank was ready to consign the puffy portents of June to the autumnal pile of drifting leave, there appears in the sky the full rich clouds that signal good things. Well, OK, that's a bit of the pathetic fallacy, but who is immune to that? We all look for portents to match the hopes that we have - some kind of objective (or so we think, or want to think) sign that good things are coming etc. etc. Big Frank saw his today - but hey, that cloud didn't just have his name on it. It's cloud with the silver lining (note that underbelly of silver?). It's going to be OK - all's well, and all will be even better - soon - very soon!
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