I poured a rain.
Cool and refreshing, attracting and carrying away afar. She walked on old park of the Nation of Fire, long ago grown with fiery lilies.
Qatar already long I wandered, and all the time at something peered, trying to make out through a rain veil someone's silhouette.
And the rain all dripped and dripped, flowing down in a gloom from branches, and leaving the prints on its easy bluish dress.
It went to drowsiness, as if without paying to it any attention.
Her wet long hair stuck to clothes, on eyelashes drops long were late, and once still blue eyes were poured by blue.
Qatar all went and went, struggling with cold, feeling as water gets through a dress and filters into skin.
Under a sole of thin shoes the live, become soft earth which is slightly involving for was felt.
And magic music of a rain, was given in everything: in heart, in soul, in drumming a drop on leaves, in mirror lakes of pools and in petals of the fiery lilies which are so pleasing her look.
It seemed, in it too there was a rain, creating inside the ocean. But her eyes were quiet because she waited. The hope – a bird pined in her exciting heart.
Qatar came nearer to a fencing and to its look the fruitful tree, the inclined branches directly over it appeared, it stopped and allowed drops to flow down in the hands. Water evaporated at once in her hands, but then was transformed to someone's portrait, the girl very attentively looked to it in eyes and having hard exhaled, followed deep into a garden.
In air smelled as freshness, and aroma which sliped through сыроту, stupefied a little.
And all waited for Qatar, waited on – to the present, is so strong that it seemed, she sleeps.
And the far sky condensed the paints, gaining ink color, with an easy pink reflection of the disappeared sun.
Its dress absolutely измокло, and skin became covered by the goose. Shivering and exhaling warm steam, it didn't stop, only steps became a little faster.
Everything was cleared, not only the nature, but also her tired soul. It bore in herself that - that heavily very heavy, tormenting it from within, and the rain gave it forces and calm.
Qatar unexpectedly stopped on a place, having heard someone's coming nearer steps, someone's acquaintances and to pain the native. It didn't turn, and having stood, waited for its approach.
It approached very quickly.
I opened an umbrella which was just holding, and I covered her head.
Qatar undertook the handle and more closely nestled on Zuko.
They went still very long and were silent, broke nothing their silence, unless, only the happiness, drumming on an umbrella.
But the sky, as ill luck would have it began to brighten, the wind dispersed clouds, the sun cleared up, and the rain reduced the force.
And here she the first decided to break silence.
— When the rain will end, you will leave …
With alarm she told.
— Therefore I want that it went eternally …
He tried to calm her.
But nothing is eternal, even this rain. And while they have time, they will be together, and then everyone will return to itself(himself): to children, to the husband, to the wife.
And they need to wait only when the sky again will begin to cry - having connected two of them.