Rain

Rain is a quite curious and unpredictable meteorological formation. It takes down in a form of common small or big drops. Or as heavy rain, when the water strands lash earth and the lightnings cross the sky. It is often changed on the way and we are bombarded by thousands of frozen hailstones. Sometimes however it is raining three months all the time, as in the case of the monsoons.

I do not like flood.

However, I like such the fine rain, such the small drizzle, when it is not even some need to open your umbrella. You feel, how the small drops fall on your face. The air smell of pleasant moisture. (By the way, such the rain is very healthy and very good for our skin.) Even if my glasses are in a moment covered with the small drops, but, nevertheless, it does not matter. It is interesting to watch the world through such steamed up and semipermeable glasses.

I like watch.

Try something yourself so only to look around yourself, not only in our real world, but even in this other. The looks through such windows offer the interesting pictures – not clear figures in the fog, changed colors, mysterious lights in the dark corners. And then sunrise is coming, all is going clear, we are seeing the beauty of the tropic archipelago, which is hidden somewhere in the ocean.

I like blueberries.

However, the tropic storms are treacherous and your ship can be driven to the wide seas or to unknown shores of other islands. But even here, you find the people that would like to enjoy themselves and those that really enjoy themselves. Even that is the look through the window, even though bit another. Colors and lights, people and things are more clear and more obvious, nevertheless, still more distant, outside the reality.

I like do a dance.

Again the thunderheads are appearing yet. Only several lonely people are solving mysterious lettering on the square. The shadow are becoming longer, the figures are disappearing in the fog, the facades of the old houses are changing their colors and mysterious lights are coming form the deep.

Why can not I go through those doors?

Slurls: Blueberry Hill, Bohemia, Club Arsenal