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I dream in shades of Payne’s Grey.
A ‘gust front’ is the wind showing off.
A ‘weather front’ is gloom with a purpose.
Our sky is a study in monochrome.
My coat is a permanent part of me.
A ‘shower’ is a permanent state of being.
We don’t tan; we just develop rust.
Weather so mild it’s practically apologetic.
The sun came out; we’re all squinting suspiciously.
A ‘dry spell’ is a forgotten memory.
I dream in shades of Payne’s Grey.
A ‘gust front’ is the wind showing off.
A ‘weather front’ is gloom with a purpose.
Our sky is a study in monochrome.
My coat is a permanent part of me.
A ‘shower’ is a permanent state of being.
We don’t tan; we just develop rust.
Weather so mild it’s practically apologetic.
The sun came out; we’re all squinting suspiciously.
A ‘dry spell’ is a forgotten memory.