The rain started unexpectedly. No, the weatherman warned us. But it just started abruptly with drumming drops on the window glass. The rain didn't come by itself, it brought the wind along. I think they often go together. The wind tangled high in the treetops, but it did not lose its power, trying to frighten by noise of millions of leaves.
I put a small blanket over my shoulders, I didn't have a raincoat yet. I had to go out alone. I want to see what I hear, feel on my face and in my flying hair this raging brotherhood of wind and rain. I wanted to understand how much they are close to me, and I - to them.
Slowly, trying to make out familiar features in the mesmerizing element, I was walking around the house. I turned the corner. A gust of wind seemed to throw me back, drenching me in a wave of rain. Strong, but not stunning. I withstood, it was not the first storm and corner in my life.
Another turn. Right above me, a Japanese Maple tree added its own portion of drops. Drops gathered in rivulets and ran down the face, possibly with the mascara. The small blanket covered only the shoulders.
At the top, in the trees, the wind continued to play tricks. I figured it out - he's just having fun with the rain! The usual atmospheric party of old friends. Here it is called the storm. I thought I should return home and let them go on their spree.
I'll see you around.
Have you been in a situation when you needed to get used to a new job, or new relationship, city, country. How did you cope with it?