sticky humidity makes my arms: that uncomfortable feeling ... It continues to rain outside, maybe you could run into the garden and make me cool drops that fall slightly from unperturbed and noisy.
Maybe the rain could wash away the sense of unease that I have at this time, I would see it slide down, like an ink stain along the legs to form a black spot on the floor! And back at home with wet clothes, renewed and quiet happy with that bath ... extraordinary! Maybe
the rain could refresh my brain overheated and never falling on the head evaporate (like drops of water fountains when they fall on reflectors that light up) by bringing a bit of a relief! And went inside with her hair disheveled and soaked, stretched and relieved ... pleased with those minutes of drunken happiness!
wish I could try this tarvolgente thrill of being in the rain while everyone else fled away, maybe I could really feel so different, perhaps a po'folle!
Instead I'm sitting at your desk, turn on the computer and start writing ..........
And as I write the sun comes out, without that you understand how it is possible ... the anger of tichettio Rain is already gone, everything is back to normal ...
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