We find our happiness in small feelings. Be it clouds, sky, or rain that can give us joy. As a child we often went to the village, all the cousins we would be together. Those days were really beautiful. Most of all, I remember the rainy season. The sound of rain in the rainy season takes me to that beautiful memory of my childhood. I find solace in everything.
Although I don't like the rainy season very much, the sound of rain falling on the tin rice always fascinates me. The moment before the rain came, the sky filled with thick black clouds on the horizon called me to get lost. I am waiting to be lost when it will rain in torrents and I will be lost in the beauty of nature.
The sound of rain pouring down on the tin rice is a different feeling. Although the sound of rain falling on tin rice makes you sleepy, but when you fall asleep you will not hear the sound of rain falling on tin rice, you will not feel the movement of rain in the open sky.
The sound of that rain made everyone more happy. Many may like to get wet in the rain. But I like to see rain, and the sound of rain on that tin rice makes my mind happy. When the rain water falls on the tin rice, just looking at it, wanting to see. It seems to me that this creates a natural fountain. Even when Amina is wet, my mind keeps getting wet in that rain, feeling every drop of rain.
It used to rain when we went to the village. When it rained, everyone in the village fried almonds and ate them together to pass the time. All of us cousins used to play thief-cop in the notebook when it was raining. The days were really beautiful.
I want these memories to come back to life again and again. Let those happy moments of childhood come back again and again. Come back to this little moment of love, the moment of being together with everyone.
But now the tin houses are slowly disappearing and big buildings are being built due to which the memories may remain only memories. I want this natural beauty to last for many years.