I open a window, and hold out in it a hand opened palm up.
          I catch the first drop of a beginning rain. The first drop of last rain. It falls on an even dry palm, is broken into hundreds microscopic drops and spreads on it as a small wet puddle.
          The second drop falls; air is still heavy and is suffocating, the black cloud closes of the half-sky, in air smells by a thunder-storm, however while only first, the single drops make the way through a dense veil of a hot atmosphere, not having had time to evaporate. These drops are so warm, almost hot, as air was not in time yet to cool down from middays heat.
          One more drop falls with silent splash. I clearly hear this cautious rustle sound. My nerves, all my perception is aggravated and up to a limit. I would like to memorize, to freeze in already more unnecessary memory these first sounds of last rain. To carry away them with itself, in eternity. In nowhere. And I attentively listen to all amplifying rustle of the drops, ist silent impacts on dusty leaves. They sound in increasing frequency, yet do not begin to merge in uniform a noisy melody. Will fly fresh cool squall, which brings me appreciable simplification. The rain amplifies. It is not so separate drops, and whole cascades and bunches of scraps.
          Already simultaneously some large drops which have merged on the travel from a far cloud knock on my open palm. The drops, flying downwards, as though incorporate in ecstasy, aspiring faster to reach ground and to be dissolved in it, to become a part of it, to drink the dried up roots of plants, to bring pleasure of life and pleasure of disposal from thirst. Them flies already so much, that to drops at all does not make work to find each other and to merge in one large drop. For the people it is more difficult. By him to have to overcome more obstacles and distances. Though for this purpose he usually gives by destiny the whole long human life, and the life of water is short, is almost instant. However, the purpose those and those is approximately identical: to merge, and to help occurrence or growth of new life.
          The rain has come already in complete force. It already pours on roofs of houses, beats to ground a grass, and of trees. All began to belong to it. All world became in authority of a rain. My palm in the meantime was gradually filled with clean water. The hand became absolutely wet, and water jets have begun to flow down in a sleeve of a shirt. But I any more did not notice such trivialities. I absorbed by all sense organs last sounds, last images, last smells. I already knew, that more never I shall see of a rain, sky and rainbow. Yes, it was last rainbow. Iit unexpectedly has appeared above city, huge and majestic. The shade of the sky at once has changed. This show delight from unexpected execution of my last desire: to see a rainbow. In its shining, as in the slowed down movie shooting I even began to distinguish separate falling drops, having time to make out everyone, and also reflection in it and reflection of the rainbow, stretched almost in all sky. Everyone small drop carried in herself the partilce of the rainbow. They fell in my palm, merging in small puddle, filled a rainbow. It sparkled and shined, and in it were reflected grey the sky, open window and I. I once again have looked at my reflection in a palm, complete of rain`s water, place by the left hand there from prepared before vial some white powder, which instantly in it was dissolved, has pulled out from a window aperture a hand and sharply has had a drink its contents.

          Light gone down and I has fallen.

translated 8 february 2002.