Libraries, Fat Rain Clouds

I have this view outside the fourth floor giant fourth floor windows of the library of these big, fat, grey clouds trundling along, awfully low and blurred by the solid whiteness that they fade into. These are rain clouds. Real rain clouds- not the slate grey, can't tell if they'll rain on you or snow on you or just drape you with a general sense of dreariness and misery, clouds. These are real; heavy air, visible edges, bloated, slightly foreboding (but not storm-like), accented by stillness rain clouds. I am having this lingering notion of being back home in Japan. Or out in the Texas countryside. It really depends on which eye I'm looking through and which memories I'm loitering in. But it feels nice. It feels like home! Rain in Scotland is so...lazy. I want storms, unpredictability, menacing stillness, these things! I remember absolutely hating being in the library during a rainstorm in Tokyo, because the library was so damn hot and you always got soaked and then had to work soggy and steamy, while you couldn't tell if you were trickling rain or sweat from your neck. I have nothing else for today, except that my computer has a crippling virus and is completely unusable, and so I have been forced to relocate to the library for any writing, work, or computer related activities. Sad computer. I'm going to buy some cookies now.