Description of the picture
There are places, with overgrown roads, where there is no one. Only unless a hunter goes by once a year. There you feel at ease, enjoying the sound of wind and the smell of rain. The approaching thunderstorm causes delight rather than fear. You understand that you will not be able to go along the slope, where the streams are rapidly eroding black earth; it remains only to enjoy the theater of wind, water and heavenly electricity.