Drizzle

A pair of windows allowed access to gray trees. The birds and the drizzle hummed at the same hertz.

The rain hasn’t stopped he thought to himself. This must be a notification from Autumn he mused. In his eyes, today looked like one of those days in September, when his fifth grade class went to the State Fair.

The drizzle had a calming effect. It hugged you, wrapped around you like a blanket knitted in Guatemala. The drizzle was like a conductor. It summoned the summer breeze, then the chirping of the birds, and also the dubbing in of windshield wipers. It was a sight to see through a pair of windows.

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