Despite a cloudy forecast, I stepped out into a fine misty drizzle — and found tiny mushrooms popping up all around my feet. It felt like walking through a forest, and I half-joke that with this endless rain, mushrooms might sprout on me too.
| 霧雨 | きりさめ | misty drizzle |
| 足元 | あしもと | at one's feet |
| 湿度 | しつど | humidity |
| にょきにょき | にょきにょき | popping up one after another |
| 梅雨が明ける | つゆがあける | the rainy season ends |
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