Rain is not always about sadness. Sometimes it makes everything around so quiet that even familiar routes look like a different scene. I love such days - when the air smells of wet earth and leaves, and it seems like the whole city slows down. In such weather, it is especially pleasant to leave the usual streets and turn into old areas, where the facades are slightly peeling, and thin streams slowly run underfoot.

I also love to walk along the water. Along the river or along the embankment, when drops fall and disappear on the surface, as if dissolving with each movement. At such moments, you can just stop, pour hot coffee from a thermos and lean on the railing - and you don’t even need to think about anything. Silence appears inside, in which it is very calm.

Sometimes I go into courtyards where all the plants are wet and drops hang on the branches. For some reason, such a picture makes everything closer and more familiar. And if I accidentally stumble upon a small bookstore, I always hide my umbrella at the entrance and hang between the shelves for about twenty minutes - as if the rain itself is persuading me to slow down.

I like that such walks do not require any goals. You just walk, allowing yourself not to set goals and not to keep the pace. And then the rain becomes not an obstacle, but a small ally that helps you feel yourself and the city a little deeper.