Is the difference between colors great?
Those - bright, well-groomed, slightly arrogant, comfortably located on the urban flower beds, the kind of which evokes constant rapture and emotion and those that filled the meadows, the curbs of steppe roads and untrodden paths, the corners of the pristine nature, where you find yourself rarely, but when you leave, take with you naturalness and harmony, which has not yet been broken by man.
Rain in the mountains is a special phenomenon and condition. First, it is lightly spiked with light, sparse drops, then it becomes more active, the temperature begins to fall and now it is constantly beating on the roof of the canopy under which you are located. You start to shiver slightly, because you were not quite ready for such a change, but your lungs are starting to fill this weightless air, saturated with ozone, rain moisture and the smell of herbs rising from the ground and then ... in euphoria, you start hunting for your droplets . And do not care that you are without an umbrella, you are fascinated by this process and then, after returning back, under a canopy, with a sense of duty, you admire your pictures.