The wind is gentler now, it still makes a sound in the trees outside the window but not as constant as it was earlier. And the tappity tap on the rain drops is more of a patter than a flowing drum but the cars, few as they are now as it is late, the car tyres still make a washing sound on the street. It is a good winter storm, a nice day to be indoors, reading a good book.
Goodbye
Goodbye, farewell, so long and all that. It has been a merry old time, another...