Ayer, justo cuando el cielo empezó a soltar esas primeras gotas que anuncian lluvia de verdad, pasé por esta esquina de mi ciudad. El aire olía a tierra mojada y la luz tenía ese brillo especial que solo aparece entre nubes grises y claros de cielo azul.

La iglesia, imponente con sus cúpulas rojas, parecía aún más bonita con el contraste del cielo y el reflejo en el pavimento húmedo. La gente seguía su camino, algunos apurando el paso para no mojarse, otros con calma, como si la lluvia fuera parte del plan.

Fue uno de esos momentos sencillos pero bonitos, en los que todo se ve más limpio, más fresco… y por un rato, la ciudad respira distinto.

English Version

Yesterday, just as the sky began to release those first drops that announce real rain, I passed by this corner of my city. The air smelled of wet earth, and the light had that special glow that only appears between gray clouds and patches of blue sky.

The church, standing tall with its red domes, looked even more beautiful against the contrast of the sky and the reflection on the wet pavement. People kept going about their day—some hurrying to avoid getting wet, others moving calmly, as if the rain were part of the plan.

It was one of those simple yet beautiful moments when everything feels cleaner, fresher… and for a while, the city breathes differently.

Source:

• The photo was taken and edited by me on Snapseed.
• English is not my native language, I apologize if you find any mistakes in the translation.
• Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

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