A memory with the rain

When the rain fall leaving a fresh smell at the early morning it made my mind keep going back to the same place,
a memory that I had once lived ,sweet time we shared I loved those days so much and every time it rains I ran quickly to stand in the rain to feel the cold drops on my skin and remember something I have once heard and more felt that who ever said that sunshine was happiness has never danced in the rain,
a memory is just more than remembering the truth is that the memoirs is a feeling you once lived and couldn’t forget, so one day I will remember today in the future and I will miss it so I will make it worth remembering
Nahla ali