Raisan, Hangu

The ground is quickly saturated and the grand oak tree recoils. The view becomes bleak and unpleasant with the soil being waterlogged and squelchy to tread on. The surge is shortly over. Now draped across the sky is a beautiful, vivid arrangement of colours. The sun is peering through the clouds once more, imprinting a rainbow in the sky. It lightens up the dull, bleak atmosphere and sends a signal out to stir the wildlife. Slimy slugs, snails and earthworms have crept out through the rainstorm. The birds soon catch on and fly competitively down to grab an easy meal. Water is still running off the waxy leaves of the smaller trees. The unprotected flowers have been drenched, now disintegrating into undistinguishable forms. A damp, earthy smell now loiters, relieving me from the previous rancid manure smell. That's how my beautiful VILLAGE is... :)