And even unto Knokke le Zoute* the darkness came and the only creatures that rejoiceth were the unclean, the lowly and the slimy and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth and the people of the land of Belgium were sore afraid. And verily the women of Flanders went in great numbers unto the tanning booths.
And the people of Belgium said unto the Lord "Why oh Lord hast thou in thy infinite wisdom sent us this shitty summer? Hast thou forsaken us? Is it because of the Flemish nationalists? Dost the website "boobs for belgium" displease thee? We repent our sins and promise to get a government."
And the Lord said unto Belgium "who the fuck are you?"
And the people of Belgium said "We oh Lord are thy people of the low countries. We suffer mightily from vitamin D deficiency and thou hast sent a plague of slugs even unto us. Dost thou not remember? Hast thou forgotten to take thy fish oils? "
And the Lord said "Oh yes. People of the low countries. I remember now. Return to thy villages and I shall send a sign."
And on the forty eighth day there came to pass in the land of Belgium that a fiery ball was seen in the sky and the people of the land of Belgium looked in wonder at the glowing ball in the sky and they saw that it was good. And they went unto Knokke Le Zoute and rended their vestments asunder and fell to the earth in worship of the fiery ball.
And the Lord said unto the people of Belgium "Take this fiery ball as a sign of my covenant that every year without fail I will forget to give you a summer, and fuck around with your heads by giving you two days of nice weather in April and then two more in September. Now go away."
And the people of Belgium gave thanks unto the Lord and bulk-bought St Tropez Everyday.
(* Read this link, at least as far as the Jacques Brel song. I command it!)