I checked out the window at the back of my building before heading for my afternoon tea. Dark, cloudy and threatening to storm.
I chuckle at the weather gods and grab my umbrella
I walk through my building, through the tunnel and out the front door of the next building.
Blue sky.
The weather gods are mocking me as I carry my umbrella on a nice summer day, praying for rain so I don’t look like such a Loser.
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