Rain on the roof Is rain. I'm sitting on the roof and dream. Here the sky seems so gentle, even in the rain. If you go down by only 4 floors, find yourself on the street in the city center, then the sky is gray and gloomy. People are angry, cursing, pushing each other. But you know the sky, I'm waiting for spring to once again sit in the rain on the roof and the dream that people will become kinder and in their hearts the sun will shine despite the rain. And maybe one day someone will pass on the street and smile at me in response. And now I look out the window, it is snowing. When it's cold outside, my soul, too, can not get warm.