Gregor’s glance then turned to the window. The dreary weather – the rain drops were falling audibly down on the metal window ledge – made him quite melancholy.
Gregor’s glance then turned to the window. The dreary weather – the rain drops were falling audibly down on the metal window ledge – made him quite melancholy.
I can’t sleep and the rain is determined not to quit soliloquizing about you all night. I can’t help but overhear, my dear.