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CRAZINESS





The rain was heavy. It was pounding hard upon the streets and the meadows. But the trees, plants and grasses seemed to be happy. I don't know why.

A man was standing in the rain. His eyes were raised to the heavens. He has been standing there for quite a while. His eyes were wet with tears. But how could anyone notice that ?

A traveller came this way. He saw the man wet and shivering. He said to the man: " What are you doing my friend ? Find yourself a roof. You may get ill ".
The man looked at the traveller. He couldn't see his face for he was standing inside the shade of a big black umbrella.
' Yes, he is right ', the man thought, ' These days, anything that came from the skies, brought trouble along with it '.
But no. He is not going anywhere.

He said to the traveller with a faint smile on his face: " My friend, imagine that you have two brothers. They are fighting each other and their blood is pouring all over you. Would you want to run away from that ? ".

The traveller was perplexed. He asked: " But what does that have to do with getting wet ? ".

There was a painful smile on the man's face when he said this : " The clouds are my brothers and the rain is their blood ".

Next moment, the traveller was walking away. He did not understand the man. But he was convinced with the one possible explanation that came to his mind. That the man was crazy.
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