What happens when it rains
I like rainy days. To me, they bring back memories of when I was little: Dad holding an umbrella over me while I splashed through the little muddy puddles in the rain. But Dad's face has grown blurrier and blurrier in my memory, and I don't even have a photo of us together. So it seems that only when it rains can I see his blurry smile.
Later, rainy days became like nightmares to me. I hated the person who destroyed the only beautiful thing Dad and I had shared. I was afraid of rain. Whenever it rained, something would happen, and the sound of the rain drowned everything out...
Theme: Love can save everything
