And we have rain today … [story]

Based on real events.
The blue sky faded under the pressure of clouds. Dirty-gray bodies crawled from all sides, biting into light areas, like jackals in a wounded, but still living doe. They knew that they would take their own, and they were in no hurry, enjoyed every moment. Inhaled the smell of agony and darkened from its overabundance. The clouds absorbed everything that differed in color from them, but the satiety did not bring them calm: reveling in their own impunity, they reached for the distant land – they threw thousands of thin tentacles, absorbing the colors and pouring faceless despondency in blooming gardens and fields.
The sound of rain distracted a man from work. Large drops hit the windowsill and published a loud knock. They probably expected the viewer – as soon as the man went to the window, the water balls were unraveling and, justifying the name, spoke: “Grad! Grad! Grad! Grad! Grad! ». Interrupting each other, they were in a hurry to tell their story, because the page of their life is short and, barely opening, turns over to give the way to someone else.
Today « someone » has become a downpour. He pushed the cheerful chiskeys and hummed, roared, drowned, trumpet orders. Unpleasant type, real egoist: listened only to himself and spat on everything and on all. His noisy speech gave a nonsense and prevented him from concentrating. The man grimaced. If nothing changes, then the day will come to an end, and the story of the knight will remain as far from the end as it was yesterday. And the day before yesterday. And a week ago.
I could not take it – and come up with it for one entry. And it’s not about the museum, but a mixture of everyday everyday life, diverse interests and laziness. Free time had to be divided between household chores and simply “home”, rich in information – books, articles, videos, the viewing of which did not always carry a cognitive goal, but knew how to captivate, and there were a considerable number close to work – they also demanded attention.
An hour later the weather has not changed. The downpour continued to broadcast, enjoying his own monologue, burst into the windows, jumped on the roof, dived into the puddles, whipped the foliage of young trees and barely rising seedlings. How much bile managed to pour out this uglore? The man took the umbrella, put the phone in his pocket and went outside.
Caught. The air was nourished with damp. Puddles filled low places and tried to compete with hills-with varying success, one of them won, and while the account was in favor of the conditional firmament. Not so bad at first glance.

The man looked right and thought that there were not enough ducks – not rubber, but real. Such a lake for them – expanse. Under the rhythm knocked out by drops, the bottom grains started dancing, climbed the surface and turned water into a muddy suspension. The depth was hidden behind her. It seemed small if you navigate the greenish silhouettes of grass, but it did not cause trust.

The first glance did not justify himself. Spicy Jackpots Casino no deposit bonus Laughled-with a noise, echoing, illuminating the path, he swept somewhere in the highway and went beyond the horizon-to share a joke with others. Well, yes, earthly creatures do not bother earthly deeds.
The man sighed and turned around. His gaze stumbled upon a stream-a small stream of water gurgled, pushed his less active comrades and pierced the road through obstacles-stones, bricks, paving slabs-once they turned out to be superfluous and were thrown with a duty thought about subsequent cleaning.

The cunning fellow went around on the turns, cut the corners and had a chance to become the first, but after a couple of meters the obstacle course ended. He lost in speed, expanded, and the rest were caught up. Even space allowed the streams to merge, and in a single impulse they went further.

In their movement, purposefulness was felt. They spun, bent, chose the shortest road and followed it, as if knowing what was waiting at the end of the path. Persistent guys! Such a feature would be worth admiring, but … there is always a “but” that will put a point over “and”.

Another lake that has grown to the extent that it is time to launch fish into it – carps or crucian carp. Put fishing rods, meditate on a drifting float and talk about the philosophy of being, the benefits of compresses, rudeness of the young generation – but you can’t raise the time so fertile for discussion.
Here the trace of Blacks was lost. Deciding not to be given strange classes, like the search for water in the water, the man turned and headed for the house. There he went to the window and for some time he indulged in thoughts.

And so, looking at the street through the best – after cognac with lemon – the invention of mankind – an anti -muscular grid, the man remembered the poem from childhood and said:
– And we have rain today. And you?