The dank, dark evening sky further dragged my spirits down.
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The white cathedral on the hill even failed,
in its illuminating brilliance to lift the gloom.
With the fog descending over the small cobbled lanes,
spilling out into the streets like a torrent of water
from some dam,
suddenly free from its confines of concrete and mortar.
The rain came down in sheets, heavy,
but just a light drizzle in comparison to the tears.