DROP BY DROP THE RAIN

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One drop... even a normal droplet, such cold, cools skin... One such appeared, and the second immediately rushed to show itself from it, the third followed by it, and then the forth... And when you see even the naked eye that these small chills become more and more, then you inevitably become thoughtful... A lot of them - and that means - it is not lonely, with no pairs, no one needs droplets... No, this is called a dense structure, consisting of a million of these little ones - here it is, the rain...

However, no - at first the nasty for everybody drizzle should be before the rain... White clouds sometimes with a silvery sheen are see on the completely closed sky by them... Of course, this turbidity, incomprehensibility, and until nasty, overshadowing affable and gracious sun, shroud is an early harbinger - a forerunner of the weather...

Even at night through the window, from the steamy heat inside your house, you can see the ubiquitous thick haze - a fog ... Only the weak-weak glows of lamps, so far standing from house and each other, are visible through the pitch suspicious flap. You think that is okay, neither rain nor drizzle will, tomorrow will be sunny and clear... And it does not care about tomorrow's weather forecasts weather...

You hope, hope for a favorable outcome... You think, wish that the solar ray burst through the bad curtained windows, tickled you, and lead from a warm and sweet sleep... and in time, because in the morning you have planned a major campaign... It does not matter where, no matter what, no matter where... if only this campaign was not marred by rain, drizzle, or single droplets, so cooling the skin only after an unbearable sunshine.., what you are so happy for a few moments and then...

Here is an alarm clock rang. First, you wake up, stretch, and come up to the window... And you see that which you immediately raises the mood, yes, super, great! The asphalt is dry, there are no puddles, and droplets not feel with stretched hand, stretching out of window, not opening to end. And you thank goodness, praise fortune for giving a chance, a chance to implement your plans, scheduling for this day... And even sky is covered with dense white clouds, even if the fog is slightly down on the streets, houses, trees that grow close...

Well, everything, you decided to go to a designated area for further temporary stay. I thought, never mind, nothing happens, you should not wear tight, especially because of morning on the yard - for dinner, it will dissipate and clear up necessarily... You dress so, half, in light waterproof jacket, jeans or skirt, shoes or boots on not very low-heeled... You smile your view, take everything you need with you, come out of the house and go to where your soul will would deign to…

Personally, I had to go in the hospital, to treat my eyes. However, there is far to go... I go to stop - suddenly an unpleasant feeling in the neck. I think it seemed, perhaps, I go further... Again, the same chill from somewhere overhead. I throw back her head and looked at the sky, and then fell few such small, but the cold little ones droplets on spectacles, which happy mood immediately evaporates... What is it? After all, rain is not promised...

And, no, were promised this is only my desire to give an imaginary for real... And little ones came and came again and again... at the same pace, with the same speed... Fortunately, I even wore a cap, and why I have not thought to bring an umbrella...? Hey, droplets, hey, not pour, now I plan to walk to someone... Do you hear me, please, stop...! Yes unless they will hear me out there, from above, only a modest request will be left without proper attention...

The required bus arrived, for good luck. I sat on the empty seat and pulled out the headphones to listen to music. But what bad luck for this...? The day before they began to act up... the music is heard but not clearly, far out there... and sometimes it will disappear in one earphone or the other... I try to pull the main wire, connecting with plug... And so, and so, and twist and turn... hell, hell, hell, why are not you more settled? I want to listen to my favorite songs that I love to listen precisely on the buses, while driving; it does not matter: a long or a short ... just to listen to... Everything, I drove up to the required stops... I have not heard songs... sad... Yes, and for a long time I tinkered with a nasty trifle... the coin, where did you rolled away there, in the corner pocket badge?

I got to the hospital, did any necessary procedures. I want to go through transitions in the building that connects with several buildings... I walk passing the long window... and I see... The rain, real rain, not drizzle, and even I would say it does not rain, but a whole wall of a vertically falling down cold and clear water... Yeah, it is not little ones-droplets, and real drops that fall the painfully on skin, especially face and cheeks, if you look up and curse the firmament and the same clouds...

I sigh and cry mentally... Now I am blot... No, this is nonsense ... my walk, and frankly, a date with the one girl frustrated by, and I was waiting for this for a week... so long and dreary weeks of waiting and anxiety, preparation, and calm the day before this culmination... Spitting out the window, I lose heart, slowly go down on such uncomfortable even Soviet ladders and stairs this hospital in the shoe covers... you barely have time to grab the dirty, long painted railings, on which so many hands, the sick and not very much, wipe off...

I go up to the door of the hospital, take off my shoe covers and open the door for a tight spring, and there ... The wall ... wall aquatic, continuous, as in a waterfall, and sometimes I cannot see the road ahead, even with the extended pupils of eyes that hell out inconvenient and unpleasant to look at the light and the sky is white... bright and I have not sunglasses, they were left at home... You do a step, involuntary step, canopy of porch ends... and this is where you just get under the wall ... aquatic, the cold wall... The jacket, although not wet, but immediately wet. I go in the shoes on not so high heels through puddles, quickly forming, to my surprise, on more recently dry and gray asphalt... You come back to the bus stop, curse yourself, this day, the rain and all round... You stand, waiting for your bus, it is your... You look into the distance, only machines, but they are not, in sight ... even worse, the piercing cold wind blows in your face, and heavy just icy drops fly steadily, without stopping to the face, eyes, and stick to glasses... And you see so bad, so still water to the eyes... you start to feel absolutely disgusting...

Oh God, oh, really! The bus, some bus, rides to bus stop; now, finally, you can bask in it and dry up a little... However, a pedestrian crossing is located in front of stop and a lilac salvation stalled in front of zebra completely inappropriate, and people with umbrellas hurried to cross the road... Come on, timer, peak faster, replaces green on the red numbers as quickly as possible quickly, what would you...

The saving marvel opens doors slowly for me, as if graciously inviting come on, saying: darling, come, heat of, dry, peaceful, everything here is fine; you are welcome... And there is no music in my ears again... if it previously intermittently flickered here and there, now generally disappeared... and the headphones are expensive, and all the damn hospital, with its electromagnetic waves - and headphones has destroyed for decent, my hard earned money, and cell crippled… To look through the steamed-up windows often rubbing with my hand, at the street, at the passing to the opposite direction cars without it is not at all... is not at all...

I see: oh boy, the bus wrapped up the wrong direction... It means that I was wrong bus... rain with dashing its impregnable wall... you baffled me... I paid for travel, went outside, and came under the rain again... Ah, I hated the word "rain", although not a downpour...

I walked on the sidewalk and it is broke, and there is the dirty sand, mixed with sleet, instead of the normal asphalt... Shoes are immersed almost completely... I do not want to wet my toes... The endless streets, labyrinths of yards, buildings and crossroads... And trails pass under the trees... God be with them, they stand highly, their leaves are high above the head, although strong drops pour from them... And you pass by the houses themselves - as if you get a bucket over the head ... The hood can withstand, and for a cap on the head itself, as if from the upper arches of the cave, drops falls onto the asphalt, but some still strive to get to the face or glasses...

And birches and oaks down and down with its branches, lean overhead, prevent with leaves, hit in the face, but you cannot get away from the sidewalk - near cars are driving, they have already poured me on the right side three times... Even in the underpass you feel ugly because of a wet jacket, so disgusting straight sticks to hands and the neck... under the ground is cold, too cold, even in the summer... And what can I say about jeans... As if I put them on just to wash, but these are dirty on the right side... eerily dirty...

Here it is, the final frontier... the house is seen far away... because of its size it seems to be so close, but in fact - so far, very far away, requiring from you the maximum annex your forces, because only in it you can recover from all this... rain... There is wind in the face, the drops are also there, the small streams were formed under the feet, and all flow down with dirty brown water... And why did not you take an umbrella? I knew perfectly well that I needed to take it, need... and I was too lazy, I suppose, why I have to pull an superfluous burden with me, here is the result...

The front door affable of even more affable, while also soaking wet because of the rain home, does not leave the eye... still some few steps and you will come back, and no drops ... drops, but not droplets... But you remember, you have to buy something important in the grocery store, and it stands side by side… you are dissatisfied snort to yourself, let go your hands from the door handle and after a few dozen steps and badly wet jacket stretch them shop’s handle so not very friendly... You choose what you need, get money from the pocket, and they, of course, as a jacket with pockets, were wet, like coins and banknotes... I was ashamed to give them to the saleswoman. Her face could be seen through the wrong time sweaty glasses resentment and contempt, for such money, being under the rain...

Here it is again, it is a front door of the native house... You come to the elevator, call it by pressing hard with wet fingers on the button its call, and skin when in contact with wet edges of the sleeves covered with goose bumps with cold... You come into the cabin, harvest the required floor, the doors closed with a strange sound, like a chorus, and the elevator drove... Then you feel the unbearable heat, but still need to get the keys from the wet pocket... Metal products are inserted into the lock of your own apartment door... your more than native… Three cherished turnover, another door with the same number of turns lock to the right...

You are at home... home... home... Hot sweat broke out on my forehead, and there is no time with a whisk it: you most want to take off everything wet and contrary, put it somewhere to dry, and then to wash and dry yourself wet (do not care!) hair with a hairdryer...

The bliss... Only for a few minutes, when the eyes again rush to the window, so white reflecting in darkened room... You look out and wonder: could you just go out there on the street, in such really nightmare... a rainy nightmare... and grin, and then sad: oh, you have spoiled such plans, the rain... Because of you all... all the unfulfilled dreams, plans, hopes and expectations down the drain... And all, the rain, you are not forever, and ever you would stop to go... And I will wait this, hear me, necessarily, to the delight of everyone, especially myself, and to your bitterness... and then I can make everything that I have planned today, be sure I be able to and you will drip and go away, I hope, for a long time... Rain, consisting of drops and droplets... such a small, nondescript, but such strong and free, especially combined with one another... drop by drop, drop by drop to the rain... The rain will pass and the last drop will fall on the asphalt with it, which immediately will dry under the influence of a bright, affable, and radiant sun, of our happiness... of much happiness against small troubles...

July 4, 2012

Date: 2015-12-11; view: 813