I love rainy evenings, when dusk descends quietly in the company of falling droplets, turning the gentlest part of the day into melancholy beauty, while the pitter-patter of the rain becomes the perfect score for the retreat of daylight.
As the rain lulls me into a languorous mood, the details of the surroundings - people walking, water splashed by cars, changing colours of traffic lights - turn into a fuzzy backdrop for the final transition into darkness. How I wish such a charming moment would freeze: things remain in constant motion under a slightly crimson cloudy sky, the city illuminated by the faint evening light, and the rain gentle enough to make the braver souls walk along the streets without umbrellas.
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