The heavy clouds still loomed overhead, and yesterday's deluge, which seemed as if it wanted to wash away the whole world, apparently couldn't cleanse the gloominess of the sky. The sky still wore a dull, sullen face over the people of Lutèce.
Logically, in such dismal weather, one wouldn't expect much improvement in people's moods, yet the sullen silence that had weighed on the pedestrians days earlier had lifted, and long-absent smiles returned to their faces. All because the cloud cover impeded Wehrmacht observations and prevented ballistic corrections, meaning the "buzzing" bombs wouldn't fly overhead in this weather.
In this dreary weather, the mansion also regained some semblance of stability.
