Staring into the nimbus clouds, bestowed upon us in the summer, along with the drops will slide over the serene highest level somewhere under the sun, where dreams are born and anxiety disappears. Imperceptibly swept over the roofs and treetops, inhaling the scent of freshness. And seep into the ground, dissolving into its depths. Remain humble and quiet. We know that once the water meets again in a drop in the height of the clouds.