Times are bad

                    From over two thousand years ago reverberate the words of Cicero:

         "Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book."

The rain.

     Rain pours down. The forest embracing the hills is now wet, the green is delicious. Clouds run from north to south, the water drops is a gift a soul can not resist. Cats sit on the window sill. There is no electricty.