Mikhail Prishvin about summer rain June 20, 1915. The sun alternates with warm rain. In the forest it’s like in a greenhouse. It’s raining, you stand under a spruce tree, you stand for a while - and again the sun and this: these washed trees are then greeted under the rainbow as new, extraordinary, drawn out like minarets, palaces - this is how you see trees after an illness or after prison, this is how you long to see them in city in anticipation of spring.