A Storm Was Brewing
It was sunny overcast and humid. A big fat raindrop fell behind my glasses lens and hit me on the eyelid, rolled off and down my cheek. It was cool and wet, not hot stingy and sticky like tears. But despite the weight of the rain there wasn't enough of it to freshen the air. Sadly.
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