It's raining outside.
English rain has always been depressing. The gray skies, the chilling cold. But there's something more to it. Like an overshadowing sadness, a blanketing melancholy, it pierces any sense of mirth you might have for the day. Just like today.
What excitement I have for finishing my last seminar of the week quickly dissipated in this ashen monster that they call the English shower. The rain seems to go on forever. Even when it's not raining the clouds still gather around and over you, and when you're safely inside, you're still stuck with the window view of a featureless sky void of anything except the somber gloom. Liquid sunshine it is not.
I've lost my appetite.
Signing out
Over and out
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