2021.04.08.
Downpour
Thunderstorm smells in the air. Single large drops of rain fell on the ground. More and more drops, and now an endless stream of cold water flooded everything around. Oh such a downpour, pouring like from a bucket! But who is pouring? This is brother thunder with his sister lightning under the firmament pulling over a bucket of rainwater and trying to spill more water on the ground:- I pour on the forest!
- And I on the field!
- And I on the bald head of this dumbass!
They indulge like little children, and no punishment for them. Sometimes a hail fall from the bag , that's not a piece of cake. Hide your heads, otherwise there will appear one more hole on them!
Hail pounds on the iron roof like a drum roll. Cars are full of holes like sieve, they are safer in garages. Sit quietly under the roof and wait until the brother and sister have played enough.