For My Summer Storm

I don't know what happened to me, Strangers, that I decided to write here - and about her. You must be wondering what this summer storm is and more importantly, what kind of stranger was its author ?! I give you the answer - Summer Storm is a girl. Well, most people aren't particularly sure, due to her short hair and men's clothing, but that adds charm, doesn't it? We met one spring evening ... I was tiny, smaller than her, with long and hazel hair, freckled skin, but she sat with a sharp smile, she was almost disembodied and walked slowly on the sidewalk ... Which sidewalk ? Burgas - on its territory or dragged along some Sofia street under the mountains, I do not remember ... I only remember how the autumn eyes met my winter and there we were, next to each other, I smiled that it was spring summer, and she - that somewhere far away winter had just been born. We talked, laughed, mourned. And I strongly believe that then our personalities began to take shape. Why did I call it a summer storm? It's as easy as making her angry. The storm is coming, and several clouds and nothing else are announcing it. It is a storm over the field - it shouts, moans, throws lightning and you think it is like any other, it will pass. And when you go out ... Something is missing. Sometimes the car was struck by thunder, sometimes a neighbor will have killed ... I am Rain over the mountains. We are both directly connected with the weather and the cities, there the sea dictates the climate, and here - Vitosha and Lyulin. Rain, insignificant, perfect for drawing or writing something, boring, gloomy ... It doesn't suit me to be the main character. I'm there to record. To transmit. To think. And she - to move. To create tension. Do you see, Strangers, the difference? Storm listens to metal. Wild, gloomy, stormy metal, she is a child of the Revolution because other parents feel she is gone. I was followed by the Burgas punks and now we are changing the world altogether, thinking that we are the first to try. A year or two ago, she told me she loved me. Under a lonely building in the center, it was raining and I huddled in it, and we loved each other. A lot.