Winter came early, as if the feelings of longing and nostalgia in my heart sent him their vibrations, so he received them at that moment, so he shared with me a drizzle of rain and its coolness that still smelled of summer. I miss my tears, which always reminded me of the nights when the moon was my companion. We stayed up and talked together until dawn, and then we went to sleep, waiting for a new day to come, so we would start the ball again, sharing the cold of winter and the drops of rain.