the sky flashed all suddenly. a thunder! so here i am now, sitting in front of my computer wondering all the ballet stuff while the rain flies downwards. each raindrop is chasing its friends, they ram together, they ram against the trees, ram into the fields like seas of numberless flowers, and in the end of their pitiful short life they ram against the grass and gravel and finally get to meet the ground. time of hope has been ended by a single moment of crash.
i love the rain.
a second flash, followed by a frightening rumble like out there in that blue night there were a thousand lions roaring for nothing but one's solitude.
and the last flash that cuts the whole miserable concert all in one place and time. a silence.
i shall go to sleeps and dream about ballerinas riding on raindrops in order to skedaddle from a pride of flashing-maned lions.