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Tatiana Sytina
In St. Petersburg, rain, as usual, unexpectedly,
The city is covered with a shroud of fog
The clouds hung like lead over me,
Again, you will not see the blue heights.

Rain - on asphalt, houses and lawns,
The air smells like thunder and ozone
Rain on the shoulders of hurried passers-by
Beats, looks like an old friend.

The sky sways in trembling puddles,
A wet dove - behind the crust of bread,
Trickles of rain creep behind the gate
The echo of the storm is quietly echoing.

The rain falls on Sadovaya playfully,
Shaggy lion's manes will get wet
Here on the Fontanka - stronger and stronger,
He gives water to tired, frozen horses.

Nature surprises again
I'm not used to rainy weather
The new sweater got wet again,
Still, I love you, my good Peter.