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Once the rain started and did not stop for four months. During this time we learned all kinds of rain, straight rain, sideways rain, horizontal rain, and even rain that comes from the bottom up.

According to an old Indian legend, the moon crow and grow in the heavenly garden of stars. The stars grew large and beautiful, Raven waters them from his bill, and when water is poured on the Ground, it turns to rain.

Standing in the rain
Calling out your name
Life is not the same
Without you.
Standing in the rain
Shout aloud your name.
Life is not the same
Without you...

I like the autumn, when it will certainly rain, there are wet bare statues, and they certainly stick black leaves, and nevymoschena earth, normal, natural, are dark yellow leaves and cover with dirt.

The rain will wash the salt bloody sheets.
Vine esmoraca arching wounds.
And he's a sad shadow in front of her
Passes ephemerally weird.
Like a bird flying hundreds of miles
Back to the relentless procession.
And settled in one of the nests
Firebird.

We will survive the rain...
I, you - together.

When there is rain, thunder storms,
Laughter is the rain or laughter through tears.

I am the rain, am I ever go
And on wet asphalt leave longing.
In the puddles of my tears, is your dirt.
So this is over my power.

A huge world. Nowhere no one is waiting.
She did not believe that there is
She could not believe his eyes.
Drops down on her lip,
Everyone froze, gave vent to
Together with drops running tears.

Sad to admit its defeat,
His head bowed over a dull fire,
Summer mock life movement
Swore, autumn rain...

Every shower comes the hope that one day everything will go back and clean the old stains will disappear as doubts about his innocence, or as the result of his mistakes, or the scars of his betrayal, or like the memory of his kisses. So we are waiting to went to the shower, hoping for the best, even if we know in our hearts some stains are so indelible, nothing will not wash them.

Do you know why it rains? In the sky he's bored and he's coming to see us. But we are hiding under an umbrella from him, and bitterly hated puddles, slush. Why is he still comes to us? EVIL!

Rain... Really nature is able, so beautiful to cry?

In every life there is rain.