It did rain. And how. Things got pretty dark and the suspense in the air hung low and wet, like moisture. A sense of drama prevailed. My very old grandmother let out a hollow scream that chilled us to the bone. She had slipped with the fridge door open.
Actually, it takes very little to make my life dramatic. The first picture is our dining room (notice how dark it is), the second is a very creative endeavour where I am standing on the potty and pointing outside. I got significantly wet while taking the shot. But that's ok. Us photographers live lives fraught with extreme peril and danger.
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