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Rain is when the sky splinters in the puddles.

It looks like rain...
It looks like rain...

... On the windowsill sat a gray rain wet coat, dangling his feet in rubber galoshes. From hanging out on the windowsill with a resounding thud scattered drops.

Now no one will remember how quiet falling rain, stood an old clock and time froze around as he shook neuroshima fast... I loved him so much in that moment....

- You like the rain?
- Talk about the weather?
(- Rejoice in the rain?
- You want to talk about the weather?)

Actually bad, it always bad, and when the sun and the rain.

This is not me on the roof to break the spring rain,
Not this on asphalt spread by puddles the day
Not given to me by the streams draining through the spring grass
To be rain only in dreams to me, and I have no heart.

They're used to the rain. Rain is a part of their lives. Eternal rain. If you want to cry, not to cry. Too much around the water. This life makes of Petersburgers is very strong and impervious to disasters. They won't be impressed snot. They dream about the sun, about money, about the white airplane flying to the white sand on the distant beach. And at night they dance in the light of thousands of small, bright, sunlight... Smile, kiss, give each other playing любOFF.

In a sense, the rain - this is pure private experiment. In other words, it happens that the mind revolves around rain, but the rain revolves around the consciousness. I'm sorry if someone this phrase seem vague. At such moments, my mind a mess, and I no longer know which side is the rain that I see. But this is too personal experience. In the end, rain is just rain.

... today, I need things accompanying me in my sadness. Like rain..

Rain can not be eternal.

The rain with persistence, the mind is not understandable, and the air is so riddled with damp that the roof over your head is just a tribute to human conventions.