are days when it rains .. By now, the attic is leaking from all sides.
Drops in the buckets scattered around, are the soundtrack to my sleep a few already. I wonder if it can rain for ever and I say: of course not! Then I look around and see thousands of people rushed and packed with life in a gray raincoat, their hands one with the umbrella handle a large flap that covers them. Next to me, across the street, at work, at church, in the hospital. Their umbrellas in the rain that God sends out a ray of sunshine filtering through the clouds buttery, drawing the bow at that time that have now been turned off, but they can not see the rain cats and dogs in their eyes from seeing. forced to dry all the time with his free hand, the handle of the umbrella in the other. I wonder again if it can rain for ever, and my answer has changed: it can! It rains forever for those of us who can not go out without an umbrella, it rains forever for all those who have not yet realized that the rain is not a stone, but the caress of God for all those who are afraid to be caressed the hair drops from the sky, for those of us who live with their chrome helmet on his head, no sounds, no smells, no drops of rain. The head dry and combed, his hair perfumed and never out of place. Safe journey home my friend, not forget your umbrella when you go, here we do not need. A Storyteller
soon.
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