"What are you looking at?" she asks after she realizes that I stopped under the rain.
I'm looking at the sky, at the dark clouds. It is raining heavily. From time to time thunders are crossing the sky, lights that illuminate the chaotic dance of clouds which look alive, insane… and lethal.
It is windy too, I can say.
I've always loved the clouds, finding them sinister, fascinating, like a canvas, a canvas which is alive and can be beautiful and horrible at the same time, like ink dissolving in water.
The area of education will end up flooded in a few hours more. Nature always takes back what is hers.
We are waiting for the robots. Danna called them when she realized that the libraries of this area will be lost too. We are here not to take what we need anymore, but to rescue all that
