Rain, rain, rain, tapping at your window on a grey morning means....
huddling in bus shelters with dripping strangers and itchy damp toes from hidden puddles. It means green sprouts popping out beneath the drain-pipes-gush and foggy drip-stained windows. It means squeaky wheels that skid and crash. Rain means empty streets except for one bright red umbrella and heels haphazardly dashing past puddles in the distance.
Rainy days: a battle against the primal urge to curl up where it is warm and dry and watch countless episodes of your favourite show…
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