It's cool outside the window right now. It rains without stopping. It drums with a small fraction of glass, making it look out the window and see dull houses and bare trees, redeemed in full with jets of sky water and trembling from the cold, wet passers-by rushing home right through the puddles...
I love rain in my own way, although I am not friends with damp and slush. B-rr, looking at the street, becomes uncomfortable and lonely somehow.
... But what a beauty of these umbrellas, a wonderful invention from cold drops! Today is their day, a parade of umbrellas. How many of them, flashing in the hands of passers-by, cheerful and multi-colored, in the middle of this gray, so different, pleasing. Red, yellow, greenish, translucent, coy living their rainy wonderful moment. From their inflorescences and flickers dizzy! Sadness goes somewhere, and you certainly return to childhood. Where it is completely impossible to return, but only for minutes that
so I want to extend.
But, it seems, this is enough to feel herself through a slightly open window, intoxicated from smells and dull colors, that young carefree girl who once, standing by the window, enjoyed the quiet noise of rain and dreamed of becoming an adult as soon as possible...