May holidays, fun, barbecue, nature, sunshine. What to do if it's raining outside? Khabarovsk residents found a way out and offered several options for an interesting pastime
– If the rain is not heavy, then you can take an umbrella and go for a walk, or sit in a nearby cafe. Well, if it’s raining outside, then you can cook hot chocolate, cover yourself with a blanket, sit in front of the TV (laptop) and watch some movie, - administrator Anna shares.
Oleg, a driving instructor, believes that staying at home in such weather is not an option:
- I would get in the car, turn on the stove and the music background and went to friends. And there you can sit at home in the company, it will not be so boring and the rain does not interfere anymore.
- You need to sleep in the rain! - First-grader Nastya assures with a confident tone, - It’s generally useful to sleep, but you don’t want to do anything in the rain, so it’s better to wrap yourself in a blanket and ask your mother to read something. I love days when it rains!
- If there is absolutely nothing to do, then you can clean up the house or cook food. And time will "kill" and bring benefits, - advises housewife Alena.
Student Marina prefers to make jewelry in the rain:
- I have been doing HandMade for a long time, and it has come to me professional level. But there is one problem, special inspiration visits me only in the rain, and it is then that the most best jewelry, they say about such things that the author puts a piece of his soul in them. That's probably how it is.
Everyone is looking for what he likes, what his soul wants: some people advised to fry the meat in the oven and sit with the family, others said it was better computer games there is nothing, others thought that you can pass the time playing backgammon or checkers. But in the end, it all came down to the fact that rain is not a sentence, and there is always a way out of this situation, you just have to look.
Rain is the most common form of precipitation. Also in lower grades Students are told where the rain comes from. But, despite the availability of teacher explanations, there remains a lot of unclear “why”. For example, why is it possible for a small cloud to pour out torrents of rain, while black clouds pass by without even splashing? Why do drops come in different sizes and how are they formed?
Rain and the water cycle
Everything starts with heat. Solar energy causes water to evaporate from the surfaces of oceans, lakes, seas, rivers, other bodies of water, soil, and even plants. Turning into steam, it rises into the air. The force of the wind speeds up the process. Small water particles are not tangible. At high humidity (especially in the tropical zone), you can see how the bubbles circle around, not sinking, but rather, tending up.
Causes of rain (precipitation formation)
Climatology and meteorology - sciences that are directly interested in any precipitation, distinguish 4 main reasons for the appearance of rain:
- Ascending air movements
- The presence of water vapor in the air, in an amount sufficient to form rain
- Meeting of warm and cold air currents
- Presence of elevated landforms
Ascending air movements
The sun heats the earth's surface, and moisture begins to evaporate from it. The evaporation process occurs not only directly from the soil, but also from the surface of the ocean, sea, lake, as well as from leaf blades and human skin. All the water that has evaporated while in the air. But, the heated air - in accordance with the laws of physics, begins to slowly rise up. Together with all the water it contains.
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How do drops form when it rains?
Important things to remember physical concepts- relative and absolute humidity. Absolute - this is the amount of water vapor that is already - in this moment contained in the air. Relative humidity is the amount of humidity that exists relative to what could be at a given temperature. And last physical law The higher the air temperature, the more water vapor it can hold.
In everyone's life there is one evening, somehow connected with time, with memory and song. One day it must come - it will come spontaneously, and when it ends, it will fade away and will never happen again exactly the same. All attempts to repeat it are doomed to failure. But when such an evening comes, it is so beautiful that you remember it for the rest of your life.
I had such an evening with a few of my writer friends, and it happened, oh, thirty-five or forty years ago. It all started with a song called "I Get the Blues When It Rains" (1). Have you heard? Still, if you belong to the older generation. Youth can DO NOT READ FURTHER. Most of what I'm going to talk about next is from before you were born and has to do with all the junk we put in the attic of our memory and don't take out until that very special evening. when, rummaging through dusty chests and opening rusty bolts, memory will bring to light all these old, worn, but for some reason sweet words, or cheap, but suddenly become so precious, melodies.
We gathered at my friend Dolph Sharp's home in the Hollywood Hills to read aloud our stories, poetry, and novels before dinner. That evening there were writers like Sanora Babb, Esther McCoy, Joseph Petrakka, Wilma Shore, and half a dozen other writers who published their first stories and books in the late forties and early fifties. Each of them came with a new manuscript specially prepared for reading.
But as we entered Dolph Sharp's anteroom, a strange thing happened.
Eliot Grennard is one of the older writers of our group who was once jazz musician- passing by the piano, he touched the keys, stopped and struck a chord. Then another. Then he put the manuscript aside, took the bass with his left hand and began to play the old tune.
Everyone got excited. Eliot looked over the piano at us and winked, standing up as the song flowed freely and easily on its own.
Do you know? - he asked.
“My God,” I exclaimed, “I haven’t heard this song for a hundred years!”
And I started to sing along to Eliot, and then Sanora picked up the song, then Joe, and we sang: "I get the blues when it rains."
We smiled at each other, and the words sounded louder: "The blues I can" t lose when it rains "(2).
We knew all the words and sang the song to the end, and when we finished, we laughed, and Eliot sat on a chair and began to play "I Found a Million Dollar Baby in a Five and Ten Cent Store" (3), and we found that we all knew words of this song.
And then we sang "China Town, My China Town" (4), and then "Singin" in the Rain "(5) - yes, yes:" Singin "in the rain, what a glorious feelin", I "m happy again... (6)
After that, someone remembered "In a little Spanish Town" (7): ""Twas on a night like this, stars were peek-a-booing down, "Twas on a night like this..." (8)
And then Dolph intervened with his: "I met her in Monterrey a long time ago, I met her in Monterrey, in old Mexico..." (9)
Then Joe sang at the top of his voice: "Yes, we have no bananas, we have no bananas today" (10), which in a couple of minutes decisively changed the whole mood and almost inevitably led to the fact that we sang "The Beer Barrel Polka" ( 11) and "Hey, Mama, the Butcher Boy for Me" (12).
No one remembers who brought the wine, but someone did, but we didn’t get drunk, no, we drank exactly as much as we needed, because the main thing for us was to sing. We were just crazy about it.
We sang from nine to ten in the evening, and then Joe Petrakka said:
- Come on, make way, now the Italian will sing "Figaro".
We parted and he sang. We stood very quietly and listened, because it turned out that he had an unusually well-posed and a pleasant voice. Joe sang solo arias from "La Traviata", a little from "Tosca", and at the end he sang Unbel di(13). All the time he sang, his eyes were closed, and when he finished, he opened them, looked around in surprise and said:
"Damn it, this is getting serious!" Who knows "By a Waterfall" from "Golddiggers of 1933"? (fourteen)
Sanora said she would sing for Ruby Keeler, and someone else volunteered to sing the part of Dick Powell. By that time we were already searching the rooms for bottles, and Dolph's wife slipped out of the house unnoticed and went down by car into the city to buy more drinks, because there was no doubt for anyone: we would sing and we would drink.
Then we slid back to "You were meant for me, I was meant for you... Angels patterned you and when they were done, you were all sweet things rolled up in one... (15) By midnight we were all singing Broadway tunes, old and new, half of the musicals of the XX Century Fox studio, several songs from Warner Bros. films, seasoning it all with various "Yes, sir, that" s my baby, no, sir, I don "t mean maybe "(16), as well as" You "re Blase" (17) and "Just a Gigolo" (18), after which they dived sharply into the pool of old songs from the times of our grandmothers and sang a damn dozen sugary - unctuous melodies, which we, however , performed with simulated tenderness. bad songs somehow sounded good. Everything good sounded great. And what had always been amazing, now seemed breathtakingly beautiful.
At about one in the morning, we left the piano and, without ceasing to sing, went out to the patio, where, already a cappella, Joe performed a few more Puccini arias as an encore, and Esther and Dolph performed a duet of "Ain" t She Sweet, See Her Comin "Down the Street, Now I Ask You Very Conlidentially..." (19)
At a quarter to two, we muffled our voices a little, as the neighbors called and asked to sing down, it was time for Gershwin. "I Love That Funny Face" and then "Puttin" on the Ritz" (20).
By two we drank some champagne and suddenly remembered the songs our parents used to sing in their birthday basements back in 1928, or sing while sitting on the porch on warm summer evenings when most of us were ten years: "There's a Long, Long Trail-a-Winding into the Land of My Dreams" (21).
Then Esther remembered that her friend Theodore Dreiser once wrote a song very beloved by everyone: “Oh the moon is bright tonight along the Wabash, from the fields there comes the scent of new-mown hay. Through the sycamores the candlelight is gloaming - on the banks ol the Wabash, far away..." (22)
Then there was: "Nights are long since you went away..." (23)
And then: "Smile the while I bid you sad adieu, when the years roll by I"ll come to you" (24).
And "Jeanine, I dream of lilac time" (25).
And "Gee, but I" d give the world to see that old gang of mine" (26).
And also "Those wedding bells are breaking up that old gang of mine" (27).
And finally, of course: "Should auld acquaintance be forgot..." (28)
By then the bottles were all empty and we went back to "I Get the Blues When It Rains" after which the clock struck three and Dolph's wife was standing by open door, holding our coats in our hands, we approached, dressed and went out into the street into the night, continuing to sing in a whisper.
I don't remember who took me home or how we got there. I only remember how the tears dried up on my cheeks, because it was an extraordinary, invaluable evening, it was something that had never happened before and that would never happen again exactly.
Years passed, Joe and Eliot died long ago, the rest somehow exceeded their average age; over the years of our writing career we loved and lost, and sometimes we won, sometimes we still meet, we read our stories with Sanora or Dolph, several new faces appeared among us, and at least once a year we remember Eliot at the piano, and how he played in that evening, and we wished it would last forever - that evening, filled with love, warmth and beauty, when all these sugary, meaningless songs suddenly found great meaning. It was so silly and sweet, so terrible and beautiful, like when Bogie says, “Play it, Sam,” and Sam plays and sings: “You must remember this, and kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh. .." (29)
It is unlikely that it can be so touching. It can hardly be so magical. It is unlikely that this can make you cry with happiness, and then with sadness, and then again with happiness.
But you are crying. And I cry. And all of us.
And one more last memory.
One day, about two months after that wonderful evening, we gathered in the same house, and Eliot came in, went behind the piano and stopped, looking doubtfully at the instrument.
“Play “I Get the Blues When It Rains,” I suggested.
He started playing.
But that wasn't it. That evening is gone forever. What happened that night is no longer there. There were the same people, the same place, the same memories, the same melodies in my head, but... that evening was special. He will forever remain so. And we prudently left this venture. Eliot sat down and picked up his manuscript. After a long silence, with just one glance at the piano, Eliot cleared his throat and read us the title of his new story.
I read next. While I was reading, Dolph's wife tiptoed behind us and softly lowered the piano lid.
1. "I'm sad when it rains" (English), a song by Jerry Lee Lewis.
2. "I can't shake my sadness when it's raining..."
3. "I met a girl for a million dollars in a cheap store" (English), song by Nat King Cole.
4. "Chinatown, my Chinatown" (English).
5. "Singing in the rain" (English).
6. "... we sing in the rain, how beautiful, I'm happy again ..." (eng.).
7. "In a Spanish Town" (English), a song performed by Glenn Miller.
8. “It was the same night as today, the stars looked out from the sky. It was the same night as today...
9. "I met her in Monterrey, it was a long time ago, I met her in Monterrey, in good old Mexico" (English), a song performed by the Paul Whiteman Orchestra, later sung by Frank Sinatra.
10. "Yes, we don't have bananas, we don't have bananas now" (eng.).
11. "Beer Barrel Polka" (English).
12. "Hey mom, the butcher's son asked for my hand" (English).
13. Aria from Puccini's opera Madama Butterfly.
14. "At the Falls" from The Gold Diggers of 1933 (English).
15. “You were created for me, I was created for you ... The angels themselves created you, and when their work was completed, you became the embodiment of all the most beautiful things in the world ...” (English), a song from the musical "Singing in the rain".
16. "Yes sir, that's my baby, no sir, I know it for sure" (English), a song by Frank Sinatra.
17. "You're tired of life" (eng.).
18. Just a Gigolo
19. “Well, isn’t there a beauty, over there, walking down the street, tell me the truth, isn’t she a beauty?” (English).
20. "I love that pretty face" and "Dress with a show off" (eng.).
21. "A long, winding road leads to the land of my dreams..." (English).
22. “Oh, the moon shines brightly over the banks of the Wabash, the smell of freshly cut grass rises from the meadows. Through the trees the dim light of the lights flickers - far away, on the banks of the Wabash ... ”(Eng.), However, it was not Theodore Dreiser who wrote it, but Paul Dresser.
23. “The nights have been long since you left...” (English), song from the musical “I'll See You in My Dreams” (“I "ll See You in My Dreams").
24. “Smile, I send you a farewell kiss, years will pass, and I will return to you ...” (English), the song is called “We will meet again” (“Till We Meet Again”).
25. "Jenny, I'm dreaming of lilac times" (English).
26. "Oh, I would give the whole world to meet my old friends again" (English).
27. These wedding bells are tearing old friends apart.
28. "Forget old love? .." (English).
29. "You must remember: a kiss is just a kiss, and a sigh is just a sigh ..." (English). This refers to the scene with Humphrey Bogart in the movie Casablanca.
Ray Bradbury
I'm sad when it rains
(Memory)
In everyone's life there is one evening, somehow connected with time, with memory and song. One day it must come - it will come spontaneously, and when it ends, it will fade away and will never repeat exactly the same. All attempts to repeat it are doomed to failure. But when such an evening comes, it is so beautiful that you remember it for the rest of your life.
I had such an evening with a few of my writer friends, and it happened, oh, thirty-five or forty years ago. It all started with a song called "I Get the Blues When It Rains". Have you heard? Still, if you belong to the older generation. Youth can DO NOT READ FURTHER. Most of what I'm going to talk about next is from before you were born and has to do with all the junk we put in the attic of our memory and don't take out until that very special evening. when, rummaging through dusty chests and opening rusty bolts, memory will bring to light all these old, worn, but for some reason sweet words, or cheap, but suddenly become so precious, melodies.
We gathered at my friend Dolph Sharp's home in the Hollywood Hills to read aloud our stories, poetry, and novels before dinner. That evening there were writers like Sanora Babb, Esther McCoy, Joseph Petrakka, Wilma Shore, and half a dozen other writers who published their first stories and books in the late forties and early fifties. Each of them came with a new manuscript specially prepared for reading.
But as we entered Dolph Sharp's anteroom, a strange thing happened.
Eliot Grennard, one of the older writers in our group who was once a jazz musician, passed the piano, touched the keys, stopped and struck a chord. Then another. Then he put the manuscript aside, took the bass with his left hand and began to play the old tune.
Everyone got excited. Eliot looked over the piano at us and winked, standing up as the song flowed freely and easily on its own.
Do you recognize? - he asked.
My God, - I exclaimed, - I haven't heard this song for a hundred years!
And I started to sing along to Eliot, and then Sanora picked up the song, then Joe, and we sang: "I get the blues when it rains."
We smiled at each other, and the words sounded louder: "The blues I can" t lose when it rains.
We knew all the words and sang the song to the end, and when we finished, we laughed, and Eliot sat on a chair and began to play "I Found a Million Dollar Baby in a Five and Ten Cent Store", and we found that we all knew the words to this songs.
And then we sang "China Town, My China Town" and then "Singin" in the Rain" - yes, yes: "Singin" in the rain, what a glorious feelin", I"m happy again ... "
After that, someone remembered "In a little Spanish Town": ""Twas on a night like this, stars were peek-a-booing down, "Twas on a night like this…"
And then Dolph intervened with his: "I met her in Monterrey a long time ago, I met her in Monterrey, in old Mexico ..."
Then Joe sang at the top of his voice: "Yes, we have no bananas, we have no bananas today", which in a couple of minutes drastically changed the whole mood and almost inevitably led to us singing "The Beer Barrel Polka" and "No, Mama, the Butcher Boy for Me.
No one remembers who brought the wine, but someone did, but we didn’t get drunk, no, we drank exactly as much as we needed, because the main thing for us was to sing. We were just crazy about it.
We sang from nine to ten in the evening, and then Joe Petrakka said:
Come on, make way, now the Italian will sing "Figaro".
We parted and he sang. We stood very quietly and listened, because it turned out that he had an unusually well-trained and pleasant voice. Joe sang solo arias from "La Traviata", a little from "Tosca", and at the end he sang Un bel di. All the time he sang, his eyes were closed, and when he finished, he opened them, looked around in surprise and said:
Damn it, things are getting serious! Who knows "By a Waterfall" from "Golddiggers of 1933"?
Sanora said she would sing for Ruby Keeler, and someone else volunteered to sing the part of Dick Powell. By that time we were already searching the rooms for bottles, and Dolph's wife slipped out of the house unnoticed and went down by car into the city to buy more drinks, because there was no doubt for anyone: we would sing and we would drink.
Then we slid back to "You were meant for me, I was meant for you… Angels patterned you and when they were done, you were all sweet things rolled up in one…" By midnight we were singing all the Broadway tunes, old and new , half of the musicals of the XX Century Fox studio, several songs from Warner Bros. films, seasoning it all with various Yes, sir, that's my baby, no, sir, I don't mean maybe, and also You "re Blase" and "Just a Gigolo", after which we dived sharply into the maelstrom of old songs from our grandmothers' time and sang a damn dozen sugary-unctuous tunes, which, however, we performed with artificial tenderness. All the bad songs sounded good for some reason. Everything that was good sounded just great, and what had always been amazing now seemed breathtakingly beautiful.
At about one in the morning, we left the piano and, without ceasing to sing, went out to the patio, where, already a cappella, Joe performed a few more Puccini arias as an encore, and Esther and Dolph performed a duet of "Ain" t She Sweet, See Her Comin "Down the Street, Now I Ask You Very Confidentially…”
At a quarter to two, we muffled our voices a little, as the neighbors called and asked to sing down, it was time for Gershwin. "I Love That Funny Face" and then "Puttin" on the Ritz".
By two we drank some champagne and suddenly remembered the songs our parents used to sing in their birthday basements back in 1928, or sing while sitting on the porch on warm summer evenings when most of us were ten years: "There's a Long, Long Trail-a-Winding into the Land of My Dreams".
Then Esther remembered that her friend Theodore Dreiser once wrote a song very beloved by everyone: “Oh the moon is bright tonight along the Wabash, from the fields there comes the scent of new-mown hay. Through the sycamores the candlelight is gloaming - on the banks of the Wabash, far away…”
Then there was: “Nights are long since you went away…”
And then: "Smile the while I bid you sad adieu, when the years roll by I"ll come to you".
And Jeanine, I dream of lilac time.
And "Gee, but I" d give the world to see that old gang of mine.
And also "Those wedding bells are breaking up that old gang of mine".
And finally, of course: “Should auld acquaintance be forgot…”
By that time all the bottles were already empty and we were back to "I Get the Blues When It Rains", after which the clock struck three and Dolph's wife was standing at the open door holding our coats in her hands, we approached, dressed and went out to night on the street, in a whisper continuing to hum.
I don't remember who took me home or how we got there. I only remember how the tears dried up on my cheeks, because it was an extraordinary, invaluable evening, it was something that had never happened before and that would never happen again exactly.
Years passed, Joe and Eliot had long since died, the rest had somehow passed their middle age; over the years of our writing career, we have loved and lost, and sometimes won, sometimes we still meet, read our stories at Sanora or Dolph, several new faces have appeared among us, and at least once a year we remember Eliot at the piano, and how he played that evening, and we wished it would last forever - that evening, filled with love, warmth and beauty, when all these sugary, meaningless songs suddenly found great meaning. It was so stupid and sweet, so terrible and beautiful, like when Bogi says: “Play, Sam,” and Sam plays and sings: “You must remember this, and kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh ... »
It is unlikely that it can be so touching. It can hardly be so magical. It is unlikely that this can make you cry with happiness, and then with sadness, and then again with happiness.
But you are crying. And I cry. And all of us.
And one more last memory.
One day, about two months after that wonderful evening, we gathered in the same house, and Eliot came in, went behind the piano and stopped, looking doubtfully at the instrument.
Play "I Get the Blues When It Rains," I suggested.
He started playing.
But that wasn't it. That evening is gone forever. What happened that night is no longer there. There were the same people, the same place, the same memories, the same melodies in my head, but… that evening was special. He will forever remain so. And we prudently left this venture. Eliot sat down and picked up his manuscript. After a long silence, with just one glance at the piano, Eliot cleared his throat and read us the title of his new story.
Autumn, with its continuous rains, tests not only our shoes, but also ourselves. In such weather, it is extremely difficult not to become depressed or simply not to be sad. But this state of affairs should not be allowed. Try to distract yourself from unpleasant thoughts. WANT offers several interesting way hanging out while it's raining outside.
Dampness and slush on the streets are not conducive to long walks. After work, more and more often I want to come home faster and drink a cup of hot tea. And on the weekends, I don't want to leave the house at all. What to do at home when it's raining outside?
Culinary
AT recent times Cooking became so popular that absolutely everyone began to cook. Every self-respecting celebrity has released a book of their recipes. No TV channel is complete without a program about food. Amateur cooks keep their blogs, magazines publish recipes, restaurants hold master classes in cooking all kinds of dishes. We invite you to join this hobby. Choose a recipe for a dish that you have been planning to cook for a long time, but everyone did not dare. As a rule, it is the lack of time that makes us go to the store for dumplings. Rainy weather is exactly the time when you can stay at home and cook. If your friends are not afraid of bad weather, let them come to visit. Cooking together is more fun, and it's also a great way to chat and eat in good company.
Throwing away trash
Everyone knows that an excessive accumulation of all kinds of unnecessary things leads to clogging of the home. But the main thing is not that it is becoming more and more difficult to go out onto the balcony due to unnecessary boxes, a son’s bicycle or trunks with old clothes. But because old, broken, unusable things take away the energy of life from the house. What is not a good reason to sort out the deposits in the closet, sort through the papers, review the dishes. You need to throw away everything bruised and beaten. Then comfort will reign in the house, and, perhaps, things will improve in general.
Spending time with family
When you last time did the whole family gather at the table and play, for example, some kind of game? Now everyone plays games on their computer. At the same time, he complains about the lack of communication. Invite all family members to play, for example, in words. Remember, as a child, this was a popular game.
Give each participant a piece of paper. Draw several columns on it. In each column, write the words "name", "city", "country", "animal", "plant", "object". Then choose any letter of the alphabet, and for a while start filling in the columns so that all the words in each of the columns begin with that letter. By the way, this is a great example of educational games for children. school age. Yes, and for us adults, it will help to stretch our brains a little.
If you are alone at home, crossword puzzles or puzzles will come to your aid. Choose tasks more difficult, then you can look for advice in the encyclopedia or the same Internet. One thing is for sure - you will spend the day or evening with the benefit of the mind.
Finding a new hobby
It's great if you have a favorite hobby that you can do on a rainy day. But what if your passion is skydiving? In this case, come up with something new for yourself. Today, in addition to cooking, it is very fashionable to paint. Many celebrities have discovered this talent in themselves. What are you worse? You just need to try. Take paints or pencils, paper and start drawing. Autumn landscape- a great story for your first picture. Or maybe you want to display on paper your inner world? For especially creative girls, we offer you to try yourself in writing poetry. Post your creations on social networks, and watch the reaction of people. Who knows, maybe your talent will be appreciated! In any case, do at least something, but do not sit stupidly in front of a computer monitor with the feeling that life is passing you by. Create your own life!
