it's like they have nothing left to talk about but how sunny and pleasant it is outside. this sort of idle conversation occurs whenever there's a smell of summer on the air, or when it's sweltering-hot and nobody can think of much else other than how incredibly hot they feel, like when their brows start to melt and their clothing sticks to their burning backs, or when their forelocks begin to dampen and everything is just sizzling.
similarly, when it rains everyone is miserable. the weather is a god when it comes to human moods.
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