I was waiting for the train then. The rain, which had been showered on the dry soil, have poised me and chilled the soil. The sound of the rain drops became the lifeblood of my heart. In my later life,

"Will you please pick up the pace? ", he shouted to me flurrying here and there in the hall in anxiety. As I strolled down the stairs in that pretty white outfit, stuck in wonder, his eyes took