The rain began exactly on the first day of calendar autumn.
The sky became dirty white, the clouds merged into a single canvas and covered everything around them.
Trees, houses, people, cars, everything around became with a gray tint.
Sadness came with the rain. Autumn sadness.
Sadness is not from pain or loss. Just a light, autumn sadness.
But it will pass soon. Golden autumn will come. And then winter. Spring. Summer.
And so it will always be.
And the rain and sadness will end.
At such a time, you want to make strong tea with lingonberries or a large cup of hot cocoa and climb un-der a cozy blanket with an interesting book. And so spend the evening.
And even make friends with this rain a little. Let him go. He, too, is needed by nature.
