The rain this time of year in Atlanta isn't just a force of nature, it's a way of life anathema to 'most everywhere else. The drops are both reverie and reveille, all at the same time.
The atmosphere, it seems, is mourning the dying of summer. The earth is rallying its forces to prepare for winter. Its inhabitants seem uncertain about the current state of transition, yet remain captivated by the return to school, the throw of the ball, and other nostalgic tugs. In a relatively seasonless region, it's an interesting night of flashes, deluges, and strange quietude.
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