Niš a city in Serbia known in the past as Naissus, walks in an unspecified park. With her long wavy brown hair, she resembles Serbia so much that some historic figures even joked that they switched places from time to time. She walks casually, happily humming.
"Why are you so happy?" the narrator asks.
She turns to us surprised. With a wide grin she says: "Oh sorry. Didn't see you there."
She leans in and says: "I was just thinking about my favorite season. Do you know what it is?"
Moving back, she stretches out her arms. "It's summer dress season!" she yells with a variety of beautiful dresses shown in the background.
"Yes, the ultimate season where female creativity can shine through fashion. Where they float like colorful flowers in a moving garden. I have already dusted out my collection and am ready to prance around to everyone's delight" she says smiling delighted.
The sin shines so bright that it almost engulfs the sky. Niš sits in her house, comatosed from the heat. "Great, just my luck. It's too hot to move. Pools are off limits..." she utters drowsy. Straightening up, she walks towards the window and clasps her palms. "Please, can we have just a little bit of rain... Just a drizzle. Or maybe some clouds. Anything so that the people don't immediately get a heat stroke after leaving their homes."
The clouds begin to form, making her gasp. She moves her arms excited and squeaks seeing the rain. Then hail falls. The one the size of golf balls.
Her happiness quickly turns to horror. She stares at the site outside.
"I didn't mean it like that!" she yells with a vein pulsating on her temple. "How frustrating!"
Meanwhile, Serbia watches from a much larger window. She holds her face with both hands tight, watching the damage from the weather with a horrified mute face. "Knock it off already!" she yells suddenly.