Today Summer has a look of gray sky.
The sun is hidden behind the clouds.
The rainy season in July is something new for my terrain.
The voice of; falling drops I hear behind the window.
Cool weather... Vegetation rejoices after dryness of days.
The roots have enough moisture,
I sit at the table and write these lines.
It thunders as if nature hears my musings.
I am happy... The hot water is again in my faucet.
(The boiler house functions normally)
No need to use gas stove for heating water.
I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth
before the falling into the dark kingdom of sleep.
Poetry and art by Igor Marinovsky from family Sufyan