After a day of cloud and wind and rain
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
And touching all the darksome woods with light,
Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,
Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring,
Drops down into the night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Indeed it rained most of the day but at sunset the clouds parted just enough to illuminate the maple tree in front of the ancestral home.
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