Rain...listen...feel

it was raining... we seating in the car talking... just before I said my goodbyes...remembering how delicious it was to eat sushi. The taste, how to hold it, the fear of it to fall down the plate again, the taste, the smell of fish...

As we talked I really wanted her to stop the engine and finally she did, even without me asking... I was so pleased. My ears were so pleased, because all I wanted was to seat there with my good friend just listening to the sound of rain.

Memories started to flood over my mind. Memories of walking in the tropical rain, feeling the warmth of the drops in my face, with the clothes sticking in my body making it clingy. Memories of those scene on TV where the couple kiss under the rain that I was able to do only under the shower... Memories of how good it was to go to bed in the afternoon in Brazil and listen to the rain droping in the cealing or in the window. Memories.

and now it is a memory to think of me and my friend listening to the rain together in a cold night in London after an exciting sushi evening.