D'opulents cumulus lit up the night of a fertile storm blotchy with stinging lightning. Glow in the tubing to go back in time, in the vestibule of outrages nature is beautiful who knows how to look out the window mid-season autumn approached in the summer drought making a carpet of crisp leaves the smile full of sharing. The morning was expensive of vitality, the church bells thought they were Easter, the roosters cocked themselves, the donkey began to saw of his rusty master key shadow trail, the doves blessed with their coos a sky enamored with rosy clouds, oh sun !
