There is a certain 'romantic' quality about the rain. Perhaps it is not so much romantic as it is reflective. Perhaps its the gloomy overcast that makes one, sitting in a room of yellow light, ponder more. Perhaps its the rhythmic downpour and the calming patter that soothes a burdened beast.
It's pouring outside ... and I am just watching the rain fall while taking a break from last term's marking.
Beauty in silence.
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