funereal downpoar and mossy woods

Today was a yuck-mood day. I felt anxious last night trapped in my dark attic with the wind whistling about malevolently outside, and took to frantically and somewhat obsessively searching things on the internet. I don't think i slept until after 5am. In the morning i lied in bed for ages and couldn't be bothered to get up since, despite the sunlight and wind filtering into my room, i felt the day had nothing to offer me. Sleep was far more inviting, and the marshmallow-soft comfort of the dream world.
The day didn't turn out too bad though, despite small clashes with the mother. I went over to my boyfriend's house. Which is really his mum's house where he is staying over the summer. Drank a cup of tea in the basement-living room on the comfy old-lady sofa that we got out of a skip for his mum. One of his mum's workmates was there, a young chatty girl who seemed in very cheeky and upbeat spirits, rather on a level i felt unable to connect with in my sombre mood.
After an hour or so of lazy procrastination, tea-drinking, internet-surfing and fag-breaks, my love was ready to go on the walk i had suggested. We got the naughty, mischievous, scampy little dogs, put them on leads and set off. No sooner had we got going than a great downpoar began, drenching us and sticking our hair to our heads. We were wearing big furry coats that became heavy with water.
We stopped off in a posh pub-hotel for a cup of coffee and walked in on a rather jolly funeral party, which was composed of men in black suits getting tipsy and little children skipping around with kitten-curious faces. We had our expensive coffee in a corner while we warmed up, and then continued our walk into the "enchanted woods"
The sun came out and shone on the leaves turning everything illuminated-green and full of hope. The woods smelled damp and mossy, earthy and deathful. It is the start of autumn and the leaves are beginning to fall, and winter is fighting against summer and is pre-destined to win.
We sat on a mossy wet log and had a cigarette while the dogs scampered around. I commented that the mood felt strange- like an impending break up, a sadness and nostalgia for past times combined with the knowledge of impending separation.
That's where i am at the moment.