In the early afternoon, it’s raining and the sun is shining. The rain touches my face and is evaporated, or is absorbed by my skin, or something happens that leaves a light pleasant sting. The two contradictory weather conditions are canceling each other out.
In the late afternoon, a dark raincloud rolls in. It’s blue-tinged in the north and a backlit brown in the south, Bob Ross would’ve used a fair amount of burnt umber. The rain starts up again. Just like before, it’s a bit heavier than mist. With the sun covered, it’s a different experience. I start a list of descriptions. It smells fresh. It tastes wet. It feels sweet. It smells cold. But the rain eases up and then stops; and, though it’s a windless day, – (Damp flags are draped against their flagpoles at half-mast.) – the dark cloud moves east, into the mountains I guess. We still have a layer of cloud-cover, but the air didn’t develop the bite that I’d anticipated.