The raindrops on the windows in my New York apartment were like strings of pearls. Eyeing them in a melancholic mood, I suddenly thought of the unusual, endless rain in California where I just visited last week.
The raindrops also reminded me of the rain in the cities where I have visited:
The rain in Kyoto.
The rain in Hanoi.
The rain in Paris.
The rain in Stockholm.
The rain in Taipei.
The rain in Lausanne.
The rain in Dublin.
The rain in Hong Kong.
The rain in Lisboa.
Et cetra, Et cetra.
To me, the rain of each city has its own tactile sensation. Take Lisboa as an example: it smells like green olive trees swaying in the breeze and the blue waves of the Pacific Ocean rolling in.
Photo by Della Chuang, Lisboa.