Wet

[rejectomorph]

The general gloom of the day brought me pleasure. I have missed the gray and dripping skies. The intermittent rain allows me times to go out and tread on mushy leaves which make a satisfying squish underfoot. For a while in the evening, the moon poked through the clouds, but now they have regrouped, and the slow rain is falling again. It will probably make music all night. Sluggo hums along, kept happy by the chill draft sliding down the walls. Now I can grow nostalgic for the sweltering summer, safely buried.