Rain

It was one long rainy day and I just wanted to share some rainy thoughts. To write a few words about rain's many faces. Spring rain - fresh, penetrating, youthful. Like first excitements of love.

Summer offer flood rain, that moves the heart and the soul, heavy, thunder rains - like strong stormy love. And nobody knows what's left afterwards - lush grass or wounds by hailstorm.

It's like "Love Reign O'er Me" (The Who).

Autumn rain is The Rain. When it starts falling, it gets into you. It's sad, elegant and exquisite. Like impoverished nobleman selling nothing but teardrops. Do you remember "November Rain"?

But winter rain, rain in February, is something so sad, so unnatural, that it hurts. Winter must be like:

Just wanted to say...