tale 73 just a little rain Written by Rainer: rainer.lehrer@yahoo.com Learn languages (via Skype): Rainer: + 36 20 549 52 97 or + 36 20 334 79 74

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Just a little rain The alarm clock rang but he was already awake, having gone to bed early the night before. This day was very important to him. With the help of an old friend, he had a good offer. Apparently nothing worked without relationships. He sat up quietly in his bed and looked at the alarm clock again. Ten minutes had passed, during which he had thought over the whole conversation once more. He got up and prepared breakfast, then shaved, a good but subtle perfume and now his suit, which he had picked up from the laundry the day before. Tying a tie in front of the mirror was routine for him. He looked good! - he thought to himself, - fresh and youthful. The sky showed only a few clouds, everything went according to his plans; he could take his little refreshment walk on the shores of the small lake. He strolled slowly, not wanting to hurry to avoid sweating. The birds were chirping and a few young dogs were playing in the meadow. Usually he went up to them to caress them, especially the small, fluffy one. However, today he only waved to the owner of the dog who immediately understood the whole situation and wished good luck with his hand signals. Actually, he could have taken the bus that connected the settlement to the city, but then some people would surely have spoken to him, which would have bothered his thoughts. Now he turned away from the lake and followed the newly built bicycle path, which approached the city in an arc in open terrain far from the country road and reached the first houses after 3 - 4 kilometres. Suddenly he felt a drop on his forehead. He had been lost in his thoughts and hadn't noticed that the sky had gone black. Everything around him was half-dark now. The first drop had only hit his broad forehead, but now he felt it on his hands and nose too. The rain was getting stronger, but there was still a long way to go to the first house. And then he saw it coming, like a wall of rain. When he was a child, his uncle once joked that you had to run under the rain to keep from getting wet. Therefore, he ran, a little later he was at the door, where he was expected in ten minutes. He looked like a watered poodle, dripping from all over. Continue with tale 74!

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