needles were falling from above which disintegrated upon touching my skin. Melted into a pool and as uncomfortable as they looked coming down like a pointy deluge it never hurt for a moment.
The constant sharp sounds of their falling to the ground woke me up but the wet babble wasn't diffused upon my waking.
It was raining like a waterlogged cloud had just broken apart and the pouring clatter it emanated as it ferociously fell over all that lived beneath was a stormy cacophony both tumult and tranquil.
Monday did nothing to surcease the rains and for a the few moments that they do stop letting a bit of sun take over the dampness assumes a sticky hue and it's all one can do to wish for rains again.
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