The rain falls down in an unusually weird time of the year, where sunlight and the dying heat should be dominant all season long.

I am liking the weather these days. I've always liked the cozy feeling whenever it rains. In-house air becomes a bit cooler, and the office chair becomes something that you can snuggle up, too. Rain becomes soothing. Rain becomes bliss.

One despises it however when travelling on the way home. Pacing the streets and shallow ponds is not a comfortable feeling, especially if you feel water riding up your toes, then to your feet. It's always a bit of a hassle to carry an umbrella. It gets wet, and you have to carry it, and you have to let it dry. Rain becomes an obstacle. Rain becomes stress.

Paolo hates stress.