Say one thing about today, say it's grotesquely humid, not least because the bracing dampness in the air has taken a turn for the worst and morphed into cascading waterfalls from the sky whereupon one can see sheets of descending water; what this has lent to the house is a somber moodiness enriched by humidity and a twang of setting coolness enabling the moisture to exist in that bearable zone where a slight fan remedies the mugginess.
The air is silent save the steady song from the rains which soon blends in with quietude of the house augmenting its ruminating character, uplifting, almost encouraging a meditative quality that is otherwise hard to come by during summery days of furnace like incandescence.
The air is silent save the steady song from the rains which soon blends in with quietude of the house augmenting its ruminating character, uplifting, almost encouraging a meditative quality that is otherwise hard to come by during summery days of furnace like incandescence.
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