When it rains, the mind gets a little better. Relief comes. I think the world has healed. I find hope. I intentionally floated a few colored paper boats in the water. As if the world has become colorful again. I reach out and touch the rain. I sit next to the imaginary man and say "I gave you the rain ..." He looks at me with fascinated eyes. Anxious to touch the rain. I can't agree. He flutters his wings like a free bird.
In my imagination I saw the little girl standing under the tree with a garland of fragrant belly and getting wet. I bought all her garlands on purpose and saw the smile on her face. I don't see the smile on their face for a long time. I think this rain will wash away their troubles.
Someone is reading a book while sitting on a chair on the balcony, shaking his legs and sipping a cup of smoky tea. I hear. I looked and saw the scene. The mind becomes better. I forget about illness.
damn true