The heat had come like an outburst of several fire balls. It had been a long tiresome sweaty day. Obviously the upsurge of the temperature increased the flow of salty sweat on the skin of busy creatures. As now it’s evening, I sat with ink and paper in front of the window. The curtain was flying high as the wind suddenly changed its taste into chilled wave. The thunder rumbled so do lightning followed. The driving rain was on the way and finally tiny drops sprinkled on my face, shower from heaven escaped for a while and a small pause in the mechanical lives.