Today's rain is an unavoidable, misty sort that saturates the air in your lungs and lingers somewhere between cool and warm.
I find myself unusually short of breath on stairs, and unusually damp despite the overhang.
The train pulls up right under the gutter overflow, the water spattering on top the roof to collect on the lip above the door, pausing briefly before overflowing in a wide sheet.
A man on the train wipes his head with a small towel.
The mail in my mailbox is extremely soggy.
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