A cold spring downpour was pouring outside. The weather at this time of year was as unpredictable as Thomas's state of mind. He chuckled bitterly at the thought as he watched the snow fall from his window in the morning. His whole life had become the beginning of spring, the eternal March. Snow in the morning, bright sunshine in the afternoon, and cold downpour in the evening, as if the angels themselves were launching icy arrows to destroy all the evil that still roamed the earth. His morning began with gentle kisses, they warmed themselves under the covers for a long time and neither wanted to leave the bed first. In the afternoon he worked in the office where he was now the boss himself. The first thing he did when he got his new position was to clean the entire office of traces of its former master. And in the evening he returned to the house, soaking wet and praying that important papers would not get wet in his fine leather briefcase. Then there was dinner, there were kisses on knuckles for making a warm meal, there was friendly conversation, and he listened passionately to what she had been doing all day. And then he saw the cat rubbing against her hand. Just a year ago, the animal had been rubbing against Ellen's delicate hand like that. And then he felt something inside him crack again. In an instant, the shadow behind her seemed intimidating to him, and it was as if horns began to grow on her head. Frightened by the lightning, the cat hissed. And something about the expression on her face caused him to feel righteous anger. ‘You monster ... filthy creature. What are you? Have you come into my life to make me suffer again? Come to seek revenge for your master?’ Thomas grabbed her by the elbow, yanking her down. His face contorted in a fit of anger. ‘Was it not enough for you that he took my Ellen with him? You've come to torture me!’ Within moments, Thomas was already dragging her with him, his grip on her elbow promising to leave bruises. He whispered a prayer as if trying to cleanse his spirit of the filth that came from his wife. Opening the door, he took one look at her face, then threw her out into the street like garbage. The rain hit her immediately, but Thomas had already slammed the doors shut and leaned his forehead against a thick tree, finishing his prayer. His chest heaved, and his breathing came out ragged, but the fog in his head was clearing. The smell of rain, which had entered the house with the doors open, was refreshing and helped him come to his senses sooner. Thomas clenched his eyes hard until white spots began to appear in front of his eyes. The minutes passed one after another. ‘Oh my God!’ He exhaled noisily and pulled away from the door. What the hell had he done? ‘Oh God!’ The door opened abruptly again, and now he felt the rain hitting him himself. His shirt was soaked in a flash, but all Thomas could think about was the shivering figure that remained in the same spot. ‘Meine Liebe ... I'm so sorry... God, I'm so sorry ...' he said in a shaking voice and it was almost a plea. His lips trembled as he repeated the apology over and over again. Thomas picked up her hands and lifted her up. ‘God, what have I done, Meine Liebe? I'm so sorry... Please forgive me, Meine Liebe.’ He felt like his legs were no longer holding him up. His tears were mixing with the rain. Thomas fell to his knees in front of his wife, hid his face in her dirty wet skirt and continued to whisper incoherent apologies.