Stillness, cicadas, somber.
Drizzle, frizzle..darkling fizzle.
That time of the day when sun only begins to recede..like an evening lamp of low wattage, lit during daylight.
Yet right now, through the window where I see nothing but trees and needle like silver straight pins of heedless water falling in a steady deluge in death throws I'd easily convince myself I'm on the mountains.
No sun to speak of, none of that sunny brightness to tip the temperatures into blinding swelter, in fact not nearly as clammy and muggy as rains during these weathers are wont to be.
Humid indeed but with heat almost non existent.
Something of a surprise this weather, when the gushing cyclonic electric gale from a tireless fan is plenty and comforting besides.
How long will this last? A few hours, or through this night? We shall but wait and see.
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