Rainy days in Austin make me think of two things: Latin America and the Pacific Northwest.
The heat and the mugginess and the sweat and the dirt being cooled and washed by the rain which causes steam to rise from the ground...this makes me think of the former.
Then the grey of the sky and the shapes of billowing clouds blooming like light-streaked blossoms over a second layer of grey water - the still, steady flow of Lake Austin through a tall, green forest of trees walling each side as it empties itself into the sitting Gulf, this feels reminiscent of the latter.
The heat and the mugginess and the sweat and the dirt being cooled and washed by the rain which causes steam to rise from the ground...this makes me think of the former.
Then the grey of the sky and the shapes of billowing clouds blooming like light-streaked blossoms over a second layer of grey water - the still, steady flow of Lake Austin through a tall, green forest of trees walling each side as it empties itself into the sitting Gulf, this feels reminiscent of the latter.
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