Skyline

The city is covered by a cool blanket from far above. It sometimes unfurls and slowly falls down, thus covering rooftops, streets, parks. The fresh trail floating clouds leave behind them wields a strange power on people, so they prefer to stay in any kind of shelter they can find, just staring into outside behind watery glass.

Nobody thinks of water in a proper way, regardless its multiple meanings. When rain falls and wreaks havoc in people's lives they forget the basic life-death association. Nothing could ever exist without it. The spirit of God floated upon water, even before the first sunbeam shone in the sky, so its significance goes beyond any literal interpretation. Water is the mean of life. When it rains a chance for a new life is freely granted. Rain should be seen as the possibility of a new beginning that simply falls from the sky; several nations are somehow deprived from such gift and they remain in endless stagnation. They must but be content with the demons from the past they have since long harboured in their atmosphere for nothing can drown and wash them away. People who hate rain appear to cling to their demons, but such unusual fondness leads them to their own everyday demise. They want to ignite the embers of both the closest and the farthest past, therefore they prefer to run away from any flood that could drench their void passion. The new can't find any place if the old still stands there.

Rain may fall for weeks, but it stops at any moment. Purification doesn't last forever and the smouldering demons blaze again, wreaking a greater havoc than rain itself.