The dusty passage of time is broken by a piercing peal of thunder. The tension in the air is growing and the gloomy clouds are finally giving birth to a transparent substance. Driven by the elements, living creatures hide in their holes, feeling the wet touch of nature. Vegetation greedily drinks the hydrogen-oxygen cocktail and replenishes the most valuable survival resource. The outer dirt begins to dissolve in the streams of heavenly water, while the inner dirt remains untouched. Mirror puddles reflect despondent faces, melancholy looking into nowhere. The rustling of the rain drowns out the rustling of thoughts, but it seems that the wall of water is becoming thinner…
A moment will come when the fallen moisture will rush upward, only to fall down again. The great circulation of water in nature,
A new cycle begins…