These days the Sun and the Rain fancy playing Hide and Seek...
In the morning it's the Rain's turn to hide and we, mortal souls, go out on the streets without noticing that the mighty game is on.
All morning long clouds grow larger and darker. These clouds forcast rain, our cherished rain. Rain that heals, Rain that refreshes, Rain that gives us a break...
In the afternoon, the Sun has to hide. For some hours, everything seems to come to an end. Life stops. Thunders and lightings. Everyone hides wherever they can, underneath a tree, at the corner's magazine shop... No one wants to be caught.
After a while the Sun rises again as if nothing happened. Today's game is over.
In the morning it's the Rain's turn to hide and we, mortal souls, go out on the streets without noticing that the mighty game is on.
All morning long clouds grow larger and darker. These clouds forcast rain, our cherished rain. Rain that heals, Rain that refreshes, Rain that gives us a break...
In the afternoon, the Sun has to hide. For some hours, everything seems to come to an end. Life stops. Thunders and lightings. Everyone hides wherever they can, underneath a tree, at the corner's magazine shop... No one wants to be caught.
After a while the Sun rises again as if nothing happened. Today's game is over.
2 comments:
Así que el monzón consiste en eso... curioso.
Moitos bks rapaza
ey! me alegro de que andes por aca....
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