sourceThe arrival of the rains brought with it all the good things: the fresh air, the smell of wet earth, playing in the street with my sisters, barefoot, getting wet in front of my house, jumping over every little puddle of water, making little paper boats and throwing them into the canal to watch them sail until they slowly sank under the weight of the water, which faded the drawings I had colored on the paper.
When it rained very hard, I was content to watch from the window the raindrops slipping one after another on the fogged glass.