Ennui

The cloud formations I was trying to read before the afternoon started drawing to its close have already fallen to the ground, a grand cacophony of intermittent downpours and whipping winds. In between, an indeterminate stretch of minutes, bouts of calm and expectation, static conversation, a reel of shut windows, jolts of weariness. After the rain, a drowsy stillness: the eyes giving in before the mind shuts to various shades of darkness. 

I don't know what this is. I only know that I am about to fall into (another) slumber.