Rain is back. Most people hate this weather, but me. I love sunny days in winter, but choose humid and cold days in summer. It is nice not to postpone my daily walk until evening and to wear socks and sweaters instead of blisters and suffocations.As soon as I woke up, I opened the window and smell the fragrances of the garden. A fresh mint aroma filled my bedroom and I could not help touching the rough leaves of the old durillo. Rain brings me good memories of childhood, of those grey afternoons when books and fantasies were my best companions. Clouds intensifies colors and green looks prettier and clearer. And, when sun is out, everything shines as a newly created world. Everything seems possible then and you feel the material of dreams; a bunch of desires has been woven during decades by a dreamy girl who had no courage to reach her goals; she thought happiness was not for her. She learned to love and accept herself and started to aim high, nevertheless. Once she tasted bliss, she could not let it go.