Sacred writing: there was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

As I woke yp in the morning, fullfiled with the hope of going to the seaside, I was shoked with a strange sound behind the window. It was a thunderstorm, a real one, which often happens at the end of a hot, suffocating summer-day. But right in the morning it happened for the very first time, as far as I remember. Plans, hopes, dreams to spend a perfect time on the beach, laying under the soft sun and bathing, were broken and the mood was spoiled tillthe end of the day.