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The certainty of heat and rain

This morning I remember how annoyed my ex used to get when I’d ask what the weather was like, when we lived in Crete. By the time I left there, my brain had only just adjusted to the fact that every day was the same. I’m adjusted here already. It’s hot. I left some washing on the line and it hasn’t been rained on in the night. I don’t want rain. I’m enjoying the certainty for a while. But it will rain, that’s a certainty too. And when it does, I won’t mind.