My dear Diary: it was raining

It was raining outside, so beautiful and cheering. I sat on my bed and gazed at the willows swinging in the park. Tiny littel raindrops were blew to my windowsill and converged. The sky was greyly bright. I put my hand out to feel the rain. It was pleasnatly cold. In this raining season everthing was enveiled by a slightly nebel. Everything was lilacy. "And lilac is my favorite color", I said to myself and looked down to the city. Cars were moving slowly forward, the streets were crowded by colorful umbrellas. It was dazzling. I couldn't help but to miss the mountains, where I'd spent my last holiday. How I wished to hear the rain again, and the wind in the Pinetrees! I wondered, if I would someday run away from citylife and vanish in my most beloved nature.