It was the first Moscow rain after the 35-degree C heat. The next day, another heavy rain fell in Moscow and flooded the city and the metro. Wind, lightning, thunder - everything as we like.
I was sure that with the beginning of the hurricane, the owl Spruce would go home, because it blows, makes noise, gets wet. But no. But with the steadfastness and calmness of an ancient sage, she sat on the balcony and waited for the corpses of her enemies (blackbirds) to float past on the rivers out of the rain. She didn't wait for the corpses, but the haters ' poop was washed off the feathers.
What about the long ASMR version of the owl getting wet under the noise of rain and thunderstorms? I have it!
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