Dear rain,



Before I came to the UK, everyone warned me about you. You know, it is a myth which still doesn’t want to go away, apparently.  It was supposed that here is almost always raining, when in fact, it’s just cloudy. You don’t want to appear too often, maybe just in Autumn.

You, you are travelling from the sky to get down on earth, you, in your journey here can’t stop playing hide and seek between the dust particles and then ending up in our souls. Don’t you worry! This isn’t at all a bad thing. At least, it isn’t for me. I am not afraid of you, au contraire, I adore you, especially in Summer. You seem, from my perspective the most playful, full of energy, an energy which if at least half of the individuals would have it, life would have been much more beautiful.

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