Rain, continuously. Not to mention the flooding of the past days, the torrential rain, the storm. The media weather circus.
Rain, awaiting stormy gales and flooding.
Continuous rain: a fine curtain this morning, slightly thicker drops this afternoon.
Thin, continuous rain, which, when cycling, doesn’t soak you.
"Artificial Tears" for my eyes.
No rain this Sunday morning.
Thin but persistent rain at midday. Diebsteich. Hamburg.
When the cup of coffee comforted my fingers this morning, I noticed the rain, but by the time I left the house, it had stopped.
A very thin midday rain covered my face.
Towards Ruhrstraße in Hamburg.
Losing track of my daily observations on rain: it has been raining most of those past days at some point. But I was never near my writing machine.
Is it raining?
The sound of wheels on wet tarmac.
Too early, too dark.
Early November morning light sprinkled by rain.
Cannot see the raindrops. Dull light blurs my view.
It was raining today, but I cannot remember, how.
Almost ice cold raindrops in the morning made me hum that old Foreigner song. Could not get it out of my head.
Thin dense but light rain dims the morning. Bought a croissant; a negligible thin wet layer on my skin and on the bakery’s paper bag.
Clack, clack. Raindrops on my window sill.