Essai #9 - When the Rain comes

| . | . | .| . | . | . | . | . | . | . | . | . . | . | . | . | | . | . . . | . | . | . . | . | . | . . | . | . | . | . | . | . | . | .. | . | | . | . . . | . | . . . . | . . | . . . . . . | . | . . . . . . | . . . . | . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . -- I could fall in love with almost every type of weather on Earth, except wind—I hate it. But above all, it is the rain that captures my heart.…