Rain, drops, relentlessly battering or hammering, in rapid succession,
the ground, which ardently responds, splashing back the water fallen,
for having borne this heat for so long so patient with worn-out suspense.
Dripping mist blurred my vision and the sky, and the steeple of the skyscrapers opposite
in the air, condescending the waiting-fors, a group of loosely organized people at a supermarket
entrance, ready to sail to the sea out there, in this heavenly spree, with summoned up courage,
to the destiny.
