Diplomat

A creature of flesh and blood with a water-fearing wooden-metal structure in its hands hides in the foliage. It can be understood: it is not pleasant to be spat upon by an unruly element. The rustling of falling drops is slowly covered with a veil of low-frequency sounds – the melancholic song of rain flows into the humid air space…

The drops, like arrows, pierce the cool air and attack everything in their path. But smiling people don’t care about this, because they have a roof over their heads and are not afraid of any precipitation. Emotions can change instantly, you just need to take a step to the side. However, this is not at all necessary, because it is much more pleasant to love the rain while being at a distance from it.