(With apologies to Johnny Ray--anyone remember him--or was he too long ago?)
Another strange and spooky event that Aunt Emma speaks of happened "just down the road." Lady Parker-Jones of Beltenholme Hall throws open her beautiful gardens every Spring, for the annual May Day fete. The most recent fete, held a month or two before Sarah's arrival at Ravenwood, started out on the morning of a beautiful, sunny and mild, day. The Meteorologists forecast warm and sunny weather for the day before, the day of, and the day after the big shin-dig.
As the guest celebrity was about to cut the ribbon and declare "...this year's wonderful event open..."
a strange, dark, cloud appeared overhead and simply hovered there. Then it poured down rain. People ran for shelter, but the food and display tents collapsed; booths selling local produce floated off; for safety, electricity was turned off to the amusement rides--and the people flocked to leave the grounds and go home.
The cloud disappeared, but it was too late to get anything going again. The Meteorologists were puzzled. the cloud came from nowhere, stayed until the fete was ruined, then disappeared.
English weather is known for it's idiosyncrasies, but this appearance of a single, dark, rain cloud that stayed in one place while the sun shone all around, hovering over what should have been a happy celebration--simply inexplicable.
Who, or what, caused the phenomenon? And why? Did it have anything to do with Aunt Emma's "gentleman friend"--or his friend?
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