In winter,
I become a writer
When I see heavy rain,
I smile because I realize that I am not the only one crying out.
I look at the world as though I am a child who does not understand anything,
Where I consider clouds are also crying for their own reasons.
And my smile after my sadness is the rainbow that appears after the sun meets the rain.
I love winter,
Because it is a sign of humanity and love,
I love seeing people sharing their umbrellas with those who don't have theirs.
I love sleeping next to my siblings and get covered by one blanket and watching TV
I love winter,
I love the rain.