- I sat next to the window in the den, watching the rain fall in a dull. On hand was a cup of hot tea is warm vent smoke. Chilly weather starts, it is moving East. I put my hand tugged closed the small gap left window where winds are herded into a batch Wicks. These birds fly between the gray sky, the birds probably migrated to the South to escape the cold. Each small wings to fly against the wind reel bureaucracy, despite the rain put down wet feathers.
Snow does not fall here in the Summer or winter rains are only familiar