Magic Contrast by Derek Nigell

Heat and slowly approaching evening. Heat, perspiration above the ground and dusk, not carrying coolness. But slowly the sky is being covered with clouds and the first drops of rain fall to the ground, as if tasting the soil. The ground is hot and the first drops take off like a cloud upon hitting it. And then everything is on the rise... And now a downpour, not a person, but a shower runs the roofs and ledges. It's like the earth takes a deep breath, exhaling steam, and then it cools, and the drops, breaking into millions of splashes, give rise to a rhythmic thump.
But now – through the curtain of rain silhouettes of people are already visible – they are barefoot, dancing in the shower, as if showing unity with this world.
The magic of nature... The magic of contrast. From sleepy silence to the revel of the elements.
The contrast in the visible stability and invisible fragility of this world, where the line between the silence and the fury of nature is so thin that sometimes a bird's cry, a fish's splash on water or a hand clap is enough to break the balance and unleash the forces beyond the control of man.
And only a few of the billions of people living on the planet are able to dissolve and become one with nature...