The light has now faded from the sky, and the moon being yet to rise and the stars concealed by the clouds, it is all dense, damp darkness except where lights shine from the houses. No wind stirs, and the rain holds back, creating a sense of expectancy. I await the first whispers of the pines in freshening breeze which will foretell the arrival of the storm. It may not come. Instead, the clouds may merely settle on the land as fog. Even better. The valley gets most of the fog, and I'd enjoy having it visit the mountains for a change. I enjoy the smell of it, and I like to hear the condensation dripping from the trees.
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rejectomorph
flying_blind
Gray Again
The light has now faded from the sky, and the moon being yet to rise and the stars concealed by the clouds, it is all dense, damp darkness except where lights shine from the houses. No wind stirs, and the rain holds back, creating a sense of expectancy. I await the first whispers of the pines in freshening breeze which will foretell the arrival of the storm. It may not come. Instead, the clouds may merely settle on the land as fog. Even better. The valley gets most of the fog, and I'd enjoy having it visit the mountains for a change. I enjoy the smell of it, and I like to hear the condensation dripping from the trees.
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