It began to rain, prickly, barely weighty,
First timid on the roofs,
Chestnut maple attaching in the palm of your hand,
With maple trees the meaning of Pooh stuck in the branches.
Already dispersed into a large plum,
Laughing in the window, knocks, rattles...
And in the gazebo two souls happy,
Forgotten in a kiss a moment.
Around dirt, branches, streams, puddles,
And smothering clouds city there is no...
Lovers are indifferent to this,
Gazebo their – love island!
It is impossible to frighten with bad weather
Those, for whom embrace - a goodluck charm!
And the strongest downpour recedes
Thunder the loudest moderates his roar.