When the rain pours

Sometimes the rain is mellow, like the tender notes of a ballad, other times it tap dances happily against the window pane, it can cause us fear when it goes hand in hand with the stormy winds, punishing all that interrupts their path. Yet, there is a time when it rains so softly, fluently dancing to the vieness waltz, makes us feel cozy, makes us eager for romance, washes away the bad and filthy, makes a rose bloom after he is gone. The rain pours with its own rithm, sparkles with its own light, each drop alive and brisk, it can sing and it can cry, it can kill, and also give life. Anything can happen when the rain pours.