Shakespeare obviously didn't drive homeward from Manchester to the West Country today in torrential rain. Nor did he light the multi-fuel stove once home or put the heating on to 'celebrate' the summer solstice [I've always recognised this on the 21st June, though some say the 20th].
Outside it is still not completely dark at 9.47pm as I type, but hardly the bright of the longest summer's day as here in England we have an illumination of grey.
Thank goodness I saw Pearl Jam yesterday to bring a ray of light to the Northern Solstice. Much more secure and memorable than dreaming.