Rain

"tick tok .... tick! tick! tick!"

"Pull the roof!" said mum.

My dad would rush to the kitchen and let the zinc roof rolled down into place.
Then the noise would filled up the house and became deafening.

I would make my way to the balcony, and tiptoed with my arms straightened, just to feel the weight of these tears from the sky falling onto my little palms.
"Why i call it tears? ... because they tasted saltish."

Then I would go into my grandparent's room, and looked out through the window till I fell asleep.

I like those days... ...