After the storm

After a thunderstorm,
after a warm rain,
in the summer, stormy, beautiful time,
its as if dark thoughts are washed away,
and you walk home with relief.

And at home: comfort, and bookshelves,
paints, paintings, a desk.
Its a pity that the neighbors are upstairs,
but God be their judge, Ill take diphenhydramine.

Otherwise, Ill get ready and go to the dacha,
taking my violin with me without howling.
Thunderstorms, rains, dreams and fogs,
the smell of the taiga, you cant compare it to anything!