The storm

Almost all day yesterday, it was raining. Throughout the day, he changed his direction and power, it was calm and monotone, then switched to the rampant downpour. Closer to midnight a heavy rain. A bolt of lightning, came the loud peals of thunder, frozen heart. The power went out and my room became completely dark, only the occasional glow of lightning illuminated the room.

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No, I'm not afraid of storms, but in that moment I felt a little uncomfortable. I just can't stand the loneliness, and recently prefer not to be alone with his thoughts. And it's even good that was heard the thunder, they the way, drowned out those nasty thoughts that try to call to me. I was standing near the window and watched the rain drops that collide with the glass, huddled in small streams and rapidly trickled down.

I like the rain, it calms me down, but most of all I love to stand under the flying from the sky drops that fall on my face. In addition, the rain hides the tears that are due to life situations it is sometimes impossible to keep, they treacherously rolling of eyes from the pain, frustration and resentment.

But after the storm, the wind subsides, the rain stops and the morning comes a new day. All life in the area washed by the night rain, wakes up and enjoys the continuation of life. Fresh, green foliage of trees rustling leaves clean. The flowers lift their bend with the wind heads, they are wet but so happy and bright after the rain. All of nature comes alive after a rain, because water is necessary for the existence of all life on earth.

Well, how can you not love the rain?

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