Aisha walked splashing her feet on the cold tar, not paying heed to the storm that grew more and more vioelnt every second, she was never afraid of the storm, she loved the smell of rain, she loved the way the cold droplets tingled her skin, she enjoyed the cool breeze that kissed her face, causing the little hairs on her skin to rise.

For some it may have been a dark and gloomy day but, for Aisha it was the weather she loved the most. The weeping clouds were a consolement for her. On rainy days when the clouds poured down their weighty tears, she accompanied them , venting the burdens of her heart.