One day, on a beautiful summer day, we went swimming on the lake behind the forest. To leave we were forced by bad weather and looming clouds replaced the Sunny sky. Our road passed through pine forest, with its climbs and slides, and then the hill down to the gardens where we used to live all summer and narrowed between overgrown, curly green plants in the hedges, behind which hid the little old houses.
Approaching the end of the road the wind picked up, carrying road dust and the leaves rustled zavolnovalis trees. Began to rattle and pokryvale small drops from the sky, covered to the horizon with clouds of gray lead color. Every step I was afraid that we will pour as from a bucket, but at the same time dreamed of happiness, when all are exhausted and tired can feel the freshness and fun of summer rain.
Not having to imagine it all, my dreams broke the sound of rare heavy hitting drops of rain on the surface of the leaves of the trees, which grew stronger with every passing moment. Drum roll, which at first repelled the rain, turned into a continuous stream. All the sounds disappeared. Even the birds fell silent. From the clouds it was raining like from a watering can, because of this, we got wet to the last thread and ran the remaining steps. Broke into the house the whole crowd. Roared the storm, as much of the glass was shaking. It was scary. But everything worked well. We have seen how powerful the rain abated and ceased to pour.
Came out of the house, when gloomy clouds appeared blue gleam of sky-blue and it is very warm and the sun shone brightly. Was fresh and smelled of ozone. Everything was wet and garden plants seemed greener than before. The world has become more contrast. The rain, which so frightens us, gave us coolness, courage and life-giving water. All the flowers, grass and trees got drunk. It's good when the unbearable heat replaced by a pleasant coolness.
I will never forget this perfect day, where the sun, colors of summer, heat, forest, freshness and a pleasant feeling of fatigue from a good time. Summer rain for me is a symbol of childhood and adolescence.
