The smell of rain

the smell of rain in the street makes me think about the wildlife in general. Rain is celebration. Of what I cannot explain. Regeneration. Growing. Rebirth.

In the next day my dog was barking. I called him "my dog", but he´s not really mine. All the dogs in my street are mine. Anyways the barking was going for a long period of time. Then I realised that the moon was red.
And the cars were flying.

And that woman walks with a child on her lap
And a gun is shot near by