Rising smoke

Smoke lingers and burns quietly, it's that simple, you don't have to think about it. . The smoke was torn into many pieces by the wind, like clusters of hemp shavings, or it ran straight forward like a gray fog. When it rains, the soot is like a heavy cloud, rising and falling on the chimneys, hanging high on the roof, or falling to the ground and running around, not knowing where to hide.