Predicting the weather

A bank of black clouds. It just decided to pour down in sheets… straight, erect rain, without a wind. No respite from the sultriness of yesterday.

Stopped? 

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As the black dissolved into an indeterminate grey, I could smell the rain again. Settled into a steady – what? rain. No more. Not a downpour, nor a drizzle. It’s cooler now.

Stopped.

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The breeze’s picked up where the rain left off. Faintly scented with mud, faintly with leaves. In through the window, out through the door.

The sky is turning blue again.