Yesterday afternoon when I got out of the house for a little walk, the sky was roaring with thunders. I pushed on disregarding the sound but it got louder and louder, and at the last big strike, which seemed like a serious warning, I headed back home. I don’t mind the rain, really, sometimes it feels wonderful and free, getting drenched in the pouring rain, feeling the clothes sticking to the skin. But I was so worried about my new phone, precisely my first-ever SMARTphone, in a fabric grocery bag I was carrying that I had to run home but still couldn’t escape getting soaking wet. It’d been a long time I got wet like that by rain as Istanbul is pretty dry and I had managed without an umbrella all this time but this year the weather seems unpredictable all around the world. After showering and changing clothes, I sat down at the desk to finalise my trip to Amsterdam just to jerk my head toward the window at a noise, the sound that instantly give me a flashback to the scene where frogs were raining and …