Before the storm comes destroying everything under it, there's always a peacefull period of time, white clouds, blue sky, birds singing, the solitude of peace that we all dreamt about are at its peak, but at the same time, the vague silence starts to cease to exist as the clouds starts gathering, the echoes of the thunders echoing through the endless vales and buildings of our civilization, the wind starts blowing shaking the trees's leafs, everything looks grayish as the rain starts pouring down, the sweet cold feeling given by it starts calming us to the depths of our existence, calmly but surely allowing us to enjoy once again what this pl