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It rained yesterday around here. And it rains this morning. I wonder if it is the same rain, stringing its melody all night. I wouldn’t know as I dozed off early. Yesterday’s started with a rage, just as the sun was setting. The sun was strange yesterday; but it was perhaps the clouds that made it so. Like us human: we sometimes become strange because of the relief against those around us. The noon was sunny, brightly lit. Perhaps the complaints gather up and accumulate, like puffs of cloud innocent in isolation, but once ganged up and conspiring turned the day upside down. The water was plenty and going somewhere, but blocked of its way store up in a sorry flood. The roads were dense, the night dark, darker with blades of water. Clashes would be messy.
I hope it will be sunny today.
