After the rain… .
It’s beginning to get dark, the air moist.
Sparkling in the evening sunlight, a raindrop falls from the tip of the leaves very slowly.
Everything around me merges into silence and tiny world of fantasy is going to open.
Rolling and growing, a raindrop reflects its surroundings.
The trees, the roof and the stone pavement are swirling in it.
I can be absorbed in its beauty, frozen in time just for a moment before it drops to the ground.
