White Rain

White rain.
A very specific kind of rain. Daydreamy and headachy and nostalgic all at once. Maths at school staring out of the window at the 2:00pm gloom, watching the fields in November, the clicky-clacky woods.
Light spilling from kitchen windows onto pavements. Coming home from college. Slick pavements, and the hallways of each house I pass a conduit no-one knows. No-one lingers long in hallways.
Afternoons slip into evening. Night holds itself here, knows it's time is coming. Winter is it's dominion.
Summer - the past - is seeming a long time away now.