Al Quotion. The Part Of Improvisation (№ 153686)

Autumn in the soul of man. Like spring, summer, any season, any weather. And so the same rain someone with joy and anticipation of the cleansing will substitute your hands and another will frown heavily, whisk in the random stream in my arms tighter will tighten the coat. Weather in us, and the rain... it just goes. Devoid of shades of good and evil, joy and sorrow, the rain comes through our souls.