It's raining... Hi,my friend!
I knew one little orphan. I remember her playing with a broken sand shovel and a green bucket on a riverbank. I can vividly see, even today, how pleased she was when it was raining... - she enjoyed staying outside so that the raindrops could tickle her. Stroke her.
They were orphans, too. They didn't know their mom or dad, they didn't have home where they would return. Actually, once they left the clouds above, there was no way back. They were condemned to falling down till they crashed into the ground. - They don't have nice life...but they make my life nicer. - she said to me one early morning when we were both standing in the rain.
Several weeks later, she was lying on the bed. And it was raining again. A cute, slight rain. The raindrops were rolling down the window, making the outside world blurry. She was watching this performance, almost not breathing. Crooked smile on her face. After a while, she said: - The raindrops are funny. They want to delude us so that we think there is someone crying outside. But I don't believe this. I mean...I believe there is someone outside but He is smiling at me. -
And then she faded away...like one of those raindrops.
It's raining. Nice to see you again, my friend...
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EQ6eHeBrhM&feature=related)
