I like the sound of rain. I like seeing the lightnings. Counting the seconds between lightning and thunder. I like hearing the thunders.

I like summer storms. So noisy, so powerful, so warm.

I close my eyes and I see myself years ago. I see the storms of my childhood's summers. I don't know why, but in my mind, summer storms are strongly related to an specific place. There's no other place like that in the whole world. I've been in many houses, I've spent a lot of time in many places. But there's a house which I especially love. My grandfather had a little villa, close to the coast. My summer memories are always linked to that house, to the well on the back terrace, to the vine arbor which doesn't exist any more. I remember the nights having dinner on the terrace, listening to the radio, sitting under the starry sky.

And suddenly, the storm. Warm water falling impetuously from the black clouds. Leaving in the air that particular smell of wet earth. I remember the gas lanterns, the night walks after the rain.

It's raining. I like the sound of rain. I have no dinner on the terrace under the stars, I haven't got that smell in the air. I haven't got the night walks, the lanterns, my grandfather's stories. But I close my eyes, and I listen to the rain. The rain is the same. The sound is the same. My summer storms come back every year.