The spring storm comes suddenly dragging clouds along the night. Calms the leaves whispering surreptitiously, joyful birding voice. And starts a rainy dance first, slightly for four p. To suddenly strengthen madness, to be a waterfall that knows its strength. And when it stops - in an instant, because it's time to go back in seven mountains. Lets the sun out of prison spreads the scent of blooming lilacs.
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