It smells like rain.
Clear skies is the forecast. Why should it rain? Relative humidity's low, barometric pressure rising.
Yet the clouds wish to release what they contain within.
The clock strikes 0100 hrs, but mr. sandman hasn't paid me a visit. maybe he got caught in the storm.
i wonder if another set of eyes is waiting for his visit as well.
overcast
a ver si el sol sale mañana
lloviznó
(hey sandy, a double helping for me, please...)
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