New music of the rain

The rain came into the city. People had been waiting for the rain for a several month but the rain had its own life which did not depend on people's wishes. It was a usual summer day. However, it was not an usual city because it was the city of painters. Yes, it was a strange city where only painters lived. They were friendly to each other. They had no envy about each other because every painter was a talented person. Also every painter was afraid to lose the talent which he had. They had read an old book regarding art where it was written that talent could leave the painters. It could happen if envy became the mistress of their hearts. Nobody wanted such a destiny. Therefore it was a fantastic city of talented unenvious people. The rain was a very young rain which had never visited that city before. It came into every garden of the city. There were many beautiful artworks in the houses of the painters. The rain took inside its cold grey soul the melodies that lived with every wonderful painting. So the music of the rain received new colors and emotions too. They were the emotions of hopes, gladness and dreams. "I have never seen such strange people," the rain thought. "I must bring their melodies into other cities with my fresh drops." The rain left the city a few days later. It was not the same cold grey rain that had come into the city because its soul was full of wonderful melodies and colors. But the rain did not realize the changes that had happened. The rain was too young for it. It simply ran to new cities. The citizens of other cities were very surprised with new music of the rain. They were opening the windows of their house that they could listen to its music. "The rain took my sadness while its melodies were in the wet streets," different persons were saying to each other after the rain. "It was a very strange rain of beautiful emotions. We remember that previous rains brought other feelings. It was a sad feeling of night sky. It was a sad feeling of cold winds. The present rain is like the smile of a happy day." The rain was proud of such warm words from people in different cities. It ran to new cities that people could listen to the simple beautiful melodies which the rain had taken from the city of the painters. One day the rain met its own friends. Surely they were the rains too. The rain told them about the strange city where kindness and talent lived in every home. The rains decided to find the city that they could take the melodies from the paintings too. They tried to find the city for many months. However, they did not find it. May be the envy had come into the hearts of the painters and the city had become a usual city? May be it was not easy to find the place of that light city of happy painters? The rains did not know the answer. So… Only one young rain has in its soul the melodies of those paintings. People always recognize the beauty of its light music. They tell each other whenever the young rain comes into their city, "Please, listen to the music of the drops. It is that rain of wonderful music which can take sad mood and bring the hope."