the humidity of the sky darkening hours before it downpours makes me feral.
the atmospheric tension is an over wound spool.
"Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains comes from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder go when it dies?" Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes (7).
Something about me and rain this week.
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