When no cluster of vine looms up, it hits me. It is, at last, going to hit me. When no cluster of vine looms up, it hits me. It is, at last, going to hit me.

It was a rainy Sunday, the tiny droplets from the dark clouds made soothing pitter-patter sounds tha... It was a rainy Sunday, the tiny droplets from the dark clouds made soothing pitt...