I do not expect any sympathy. And as it happens the rainstorm threatened darkly but lasted less than an hour. The road outside was a gushing stream such was the violence of the downpour. Ninety minutes of baking heat later the road is dry once again. But while it lasted it was violent and cooling. I could not help but walk through the chilled rain – it was cleansing.
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