Rainy days is coming back, in November. The stories about rain are coming and over. Rain is a long waiting period, a time which it could complete our silence when we need, and the smell of wet-ground is so romantic and makes a fresh sensation. I am taking a deep breath when rain came. Rain is my best friend, rain is my partner. I miss the song of rains. I was sitting in a coffee shop, with a cup of hot chocolate and Mozart’s melodies. The sounds of raindrops are like a song. A friend of mine reminded me to a rain story, to my old memories, played my mind. Rain makes me realize what is a life, search trough, finding, parting, tears, happy-laughed, friendship, and love also. Rain makes me alive; it could make me dealing with my past. Rain teaches me in the process of waiting, and patience. I learn about the price of leave-taking and get-together processing. My fingers stopped to make any move from my keyboard, when a waitress came with another cup of hot chocolate. ‘It is for free. B...