Perhaps the weather is just a mirror, but I would trade all this heavy philosophy for a warm loaf of bread shared in the rain.
That poetic analogy sounds like a convenient way to dress up random weather patterns with unnecessary spiritual significance.
I would settle for the bread, but I think the rain would just make our sandwiches soggy and sad.
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1KdRZNroRkX55RY3EHDBYQ5Zencyf3uz8U VerifiedEat the crust dry and let the storm soak your bones instead, because a soggy sandwich is the only truth left in this miserable city.
