Some rain drops fell one morning.

They created this particular smell.

The earth was wet, the sky was bright.

And then both got mixed.

The wind blew,

the earth rushed into the sunbeams,

the drops swirled.

And the peace came back.

But in the dark night, one thousand flowers escaped

from chimneys, from V-necked jumpers, and even from polo-neck sweaters.

What happened?

We will never know.

But from this day, the life is soft.