It is raining now...Rain, rain, rain... The sky is milky gray and  clear streams are hitting the branches of blooming acacias...I am tired to feel, I want to plunge into the gray fog, into oblivion, mist, haze... I want the rain to wash away my memory, the mist to engulf me and wet green grass to became a bed for me, I want to dissolve in the soft leaden cloud ... I am tired...