When, after weeks of annoying hot weather, and scorching heat in the coastal neighborhood, the sky finally roared and the night rain made the air cool, gentle, and pleasant, I could not understand the argument when some friends didn’t want to come for a weekend bike ride because of the rain!

As the raindrops fell on me, I left home on a bicycle in the morning. The rain gradually soaked my body and polished my soul beautifully.

I didn’t want the rain to stop. I was wet all over and the mountain air was foggy. The fog covered the dark green forest of the mountains, creating a mysterious and uncanny feeling.

I am like a duck in love with water, I do not hesitate to get wet in the rain, and my whole being admired that weather.

We stopped in the middle of the road and watched the river flow with indescribable passion.

At the height of our trip, we had breakfast and tea in a cafe and sat down to talk. As my friend was still conversing, I went to the river and was a little alone with the exciting stream of water and the ducks swimming in the pond leading to the river.

Sometimes one wants to be alone with the river, the mountains, the meadows, or the sea.

The pleasure of being with nature, away from the cities voices, at the same time as the river moves and the raindrops plays on your being, you just want to forget…

Sometimes, the world becomes extremely painful. But nature, despite all its cruelty, pain, and instability, brings man back from the edge of the abyss and restores calm to its tired being.