Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΎΠ½Π»Π°ΠΉΠ½ Β«Rainy SeasonΒ». Π‘ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΠ° 5
ΠΠ²ΡΠΎΡ Stephen King
He offered her a cup, and before they had finished, the sounds of hammers and saws had begun in town. Outside the window they could look down Main Street and see people folding back their shutters, talking and laughing.
The air was warm and dry, the sky overhead was a pale and hazy blue, and in Willow, rainy season was over.