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Сообщение от Vivien

The clouds are looming ....

Сообщение от Jasmin

means there will be rain ...

Remember: we were not expecting nor rain, nor thunder,
Suddenly the rain found us far from home,
We hurried to hide under a shaggy spruce
There was no end here to fear and fun!
The rain was pouring through the sun, and under the mossy spruce
We were just in a golden cage,
On the ground around us like pearls jumping
Drops of rain, rolling with needles,
Marija shining on your head,
Or shoulders rolled right under snurovku.
Remember - all our laughter became quieter.
Suddenly, above the thunder rolled over us right --
You clung to me, his eyes squinting in fear.
Holy rain! golden storm!


(c)