Rain and more

Oh, how I long for the rain, for a cloudy morning and the smell of the wet soil, when I start my engine and look at the drops of water scroll down my window making that sweet yet heavy sound that mingles with the voice of Fairuz coming out the radio and tingling the top of my stomach. I would close my eyes and suddenly a flash of the sweetest memories of my 28 years on earth would rush before me in a mo.