I admire the vision of rain…in all possible its manifestations, no matter whether it is a steady autumn rain or a warm and fleeting summer drizzle or... may be rain through the sunshine.
Most of people held to the opinion that rain disposes to the deep philosophical thoughts and romantic mood. It rains and it's the time to penetrate into the very deep corners of one's heart, a lesson taught by nature itself to teach one to cope with his emotions and depression.

Whereas the moral of this lesson is inevitable rain's end symbolizing and giving a gentle hint on inevitable miseries completion. Rain patters against the window and the invisible time's clock slows down their age-old march. People, things, feelings all are merged into a single entity. I'm crying with the rain and nobody can see my tears, I'm crying into the wet and cold air how I love you and nobody can hear my soul's fears…
I wish to feel the rain through in London…afraid; my soul's pain would tear me to pieces…