Smokes, Rains, Glooms

A run of wet, grey and gloomy days.  Yesterday was stuffy and close, an apt word for the tightness of the air; my chest didn't let me get far all day.  We managed to get up into the beech woods on the hill for a small firewood run, and gathered a good-sized bag of small logs.  It was too warm for a fire but far too wet to dry clothes outside.  The garden is heavy with water this morning, and the hills around the village are only occasionally visible, and there are slow rain clouds obscuring the Radnor Forest.  I wish it would rain properly; the air seems clearer when it rains.