So, we are never happy? He goes to London and we miss the sun, you're home and it's hot .. You go to Beijing and. ? Well, I'd say I missed the rain Yes, I know, seems a little thing, but look at that two months without a drop, passing in front of the campus gardeners who work the land so dry that you understand why planting fake flowers and you wonder how the hell they survived before the invention the barrel of water .. And all the dust-sand, Beijing is full of them, on the roads, cars, and worst of all, always flying all the time. Maybe blizzard does not like some time ago, but if you look in the distance and see a little 'whitish, well, she is the flavored powder sand pollution of a big city.

And then today, after an indecisive I go by that I do not go by in which resulted in gocciette hiccups for 2 days, the sky is vented. The temperature abbassatasi, forget that sparkling wind, rain. It has been nice to be back at dawn and embrace the rain in the deserted streets of the campus, listening to the ticking sheets of the terraces in a concert never heard before (imagine that drops rhythmically, at different times, fall out of a hundred different terraces and sheets). And finally, to breathe deeply the air of the morning without wondering what heinous act otherwise could affect expectations of time on this Earth.

Long live the rain.