I love the rain the most…

‘I love the rain the most…when it stops, it stops, it stops’ (Joe Purdy – I love the rain the most)

That’s it. It’s raining. My hair is flying and myself getting wet. A red umbrella in my left hand, wide open, and a folder in the right hand, quite close to my wrist. I am listening to music in my MP3. And it’s raining, and, as I walk along the still not much dark streets, the rain keeps on coming into my eyes, into my mouth, through my jeans and my coat. Fresh, cold, wet. Water. And I laugh at myself, because there’s nothing I can do to stop the rain from falling – even if I try my powerful skills for conjuring spells (^^). And I laugh at the weather, because this rain comes now, three months later than it should. And I laugh,  I laugh, I laugh. And I sing.

And I love the rain the most…when it comes, it comes, it comes.

singing in the rain

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