The early morning breeze dropped. It became hazy. The heat rose steadily and no relieving shower came in the early afternoon. Then the haze thickened, clouds turned from white to silver to grey to black and billowed heavily across the sky: a watercolour in black and grey..It became dark.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
A House For Mr. Biswas - pg. 258
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