Yesterday was that kind of day. Everything went almost wrong. Milk spilled, things broke. It was dark, cold, wet, annoying. It was the kind of day that you had to wait inside for the rain to rain at a slower pace, just enough for me to get into the car.
And once I got in the car, the sky was as dramatic and theatrical as the day itself.
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