The plum rain returned, the downpour rattling the window throughout the broken night, morning finding implacable sheets falling from the glowering sky.

Watching as the intensity varies between torrential and downpour, spray rising from passing vehicles, sparse shapes following the reflections of their headlights.

Late afternoon brings texture to the skies, a temporary state soon denounced by a rising cliff of darkening clouds sweeping over graveyard hill.

Nightfall, painted streets patterned with pools of light, trees glistening within a darkened, grainy, film.