Mais qu’importait la pluie, qu’importait l’orage! L’été, le mauvais temps n’est qu’une humeur passagère, superficielle, du beau temps sous-jacent et fixe, bien différent du beau temps instable et fluide de l’hiver et qui, au contraire, installé sur la terre où il s’est solidifié en denses feuillages sur lesquels la pluie peut s’égoutter sans compromettre la résistance de leur permanente joie, a hissé pour toute la saison, jusque dans les rues du village, aux murs des maisons et des jardins, ses pavillons de soie violette ou blanche. →
But what mattered rain or storm? In summer, bad weather is no more than a passing fit of superficial ill-temper expressed by the permanent, underlying fine weather; a very different thing from the fluid and unstable 'fine weather' of winter, its very opposite, in fact; for has it not (firmly established in the soil, on which it has taken solid form in dense masses of foliage over which the rain may pour in torrents without weakening the resistance offered by their real and lasting happiness) hoisted, to keep them flying throughout the season, in the village streets, on the walls of the houses and in their gardens, its silken banners, violet and white.