When I felt the first drop of rain fell upon my nose, a smile appeared in my face, and looking around I saw how everybody ran to find a shelter, I, instead, looked up to the sky and wondered if the rain was a bless or a curse sent from the heavens, because I wanted to jump and play happily under of it, but I wanted to cry as well, and let my tears disguise and get lost in the rain.
The end.
