Yesterday, I woke up late and while having green tea in our kitchen I was smelling something familiar, the smell of rain. Back in our country, I love when it rains. I love to play running around the front and back yards, playing in puddles and I love when the rain pours hard. But here in Doha it was the year 2003 when I experienced a heavy downpour of rain. Yesterday, it was only a drizzle but I loved it anyway.And today, it’s a damp and gloomy day. I love to crawl under the comforters and go back to sleep but tomorrow is Sunday (school day for Andrea and a working day for Dad Nath) Â and unlike in our country the week starts at Monday so I have to finish everything that should be done.