It's full and round and bright and the Man in the Moon is smiling down at me, and then all of a sudden my eyes change focus and it's Rona and her bucket of water.
The clouds have been scudding across, some light and white and fluffy, others dark enough to hide it completely.
And now it's gone. Maybe it'll rain tomorrow...
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