It was always raining when I did something different from ordinary days. Sometimes it was snowy in wintertime. When I supported my family who had to do something important, when I visited a place that I was looking forward to, when I had to do unpleased things, it always rained. For a long time I didn’t understand why. After many years have passed, I realized that I remember bad weather as a bad memory. I learnt even also that a rain makes up the world being beautiful.