There are a lot of unique stories appear from the “rain”. This
rain remains me of you. While waiting for the teacher coming to the class, we
played with the rain. We amassed the water to the rubbish bin covering plate
and threw it each other. For me, who did not get the covering plate, would use
my palms to intercept the pouring water. We ran around the class avoiding the
strike from the others. Yet, our bodies were wet; our wet lips still formed a
smile on our face. I miss your laughter. I miss your smile. I miss your cheerfulness. I miss you friends…
