today, the sky kept creating tantrums of clouds, thunder and lightning, but in the end dropped just some drops.
later, the sky looked like rain again. so i sat at the terrace door, and waited.
and it was sweet, this moment, sitting there, waiting for rain, watching single drops fall, then a bit more, and then breathing in the air, loaded by fragrances from the falling raindrops – and reading - Moby Dick. they had it in the library. i don't think i will read the whole book, i rather will just dip into it. but the first line is striking already: “Call me Ishmael”.
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