Polina Agureeva’s ’Lullaby With Four Rains’ With Photos By Maria & Eduard Gordeev

___ The rain is showering on a passers, In the glass windows drizzles. My sonny-boy falls asleep, But not yet asleep. ___ - Mom, tell me about the rain. ___ And I sing quietly to my son In the daytime and under the moon: Rain can be yellow, blue, Gray, cyan. Cyan, he is the kindest, Flowers bloom with him. The cyan does not last long - We is waiting him for a long time. ___ And the summer evening comes, Bumblebee in the grass hums. And are flying to meet the earth Blue rains. Blue rain will paint plums In your garden. Blue rain, he is the strongest, From him all is growing ___ Autumn will cool the lake, And will gild the maple. In September, comes to people Yellow rains. A yellow rain will stretch out his hands To this fate and to that. Yellow rain, he is for separation, He is not yours yet. ___ - Mom, and wether there are black rains? ___ And I sing quietly to my son In the daytime and under the moon: Rain can