The rain gradually fell into a slender gap above the side door.
This was due to an accident not too recently and remains still not too patched up.
Regardless of this damp corner, we drove this bruised beige friend through soggy steepening hills.
It seems there is always rain in these parts.
Cold uninviting creamy clouds hovered throughout the valley toping what is rarely seen;
That rock and that snow.
Grey the filler. Grey the omnipresent. Grey the supporter of subtleties.