SelfPub: Every drop of rain...

Each drop of rain, like applause in the Weather Theater, explodes with applause on the window pane, living for a short moment, flows down in streams on the cornice, leaving fleeting patterns outside the window. Each remembers the smell of Heaven, each keeps its reflection… Small particles of Eternity, knocking with the notes of a forgotten song… songs of our childhood. They, like the kisses of Heaven, touch the Earth to renew our soul...