Nobody…Only The Rain…

I first heard the thunders…I murmered “It’s coming!”
The rain…that I’ve missed a lot…
I went to the garden to smell the scent rain brings. Do you know how beautiful the air and the earth and the grass smell in the rain and after the rain?…
First a few small drops…then came a downpour…

It wasn’t raining, it was pouring: the wipers of my car wasn’t fast enough to clean raindrops!

Half an hour later the rain slowed down. So I had a chance to stroll inhaling that beautiful scent, feeling the newly washed air, red roofs, flowers, leafs, trees, streets. The oleander flowers with raindrops on them were exceptionally beautiful… Everything was so fresh, so delicate…and fragile.

The rain healed me… even the memory of shared rains didn’t give me pain……for the first time for such a long time…

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