with her schoolbag. Grandma helped her put on rain boots and a raincoat, and gave each of them an umbrella. Then her brother took her by the hand, and the two of them set off for school. By the time they reached the town, daylight had broken. On a downhill road, rainwater was streaming down the sides. Lily thought it looked fun. She couldn’t resist stepping into the water, walking along with her umbrella as she splashed. Suddenly, her foot slipped and she fell right down into the water with a thud, soaking her pants. Lily almost cried. She didn’t know what to do. Home was too far away to go back and change, and they were already close to school. She can’t quite remember what happened after that—only that the day felt damp and wet, as if she carried the rain with her. Ghassan Assaf, ALDeP -Association Libanaise Pour le Développement de la Psychanalyse The morning started with heavy rain. But I said to myself, let’s do it anyway. So, I called my friends and I asked them if they don’t mind to proceed with our plan and, to my surprise, no one did mind. As agreed, I passed by each of them to pick them up. As we arrived, the rain was pouring even heavier, probably the heaviest I’ve ever seen. We parked the car, went to trunk, got our towels and bags, and walked toward the beach. We could barely see the sand; it has become all ocean. We displayed our things and, of course, opened a bottle of rosé and served ourselves. No one said a word about the weather. We were all doing what we always do when we go to the beach. we lied down on our towels, drunk the wine mixed with rain water, ate the chips mixed with rain water and had a nice conversation, also mixed with rain water. After we finished the bottle, we went for a swim. Almost an hour later, we got out of the water, dried ourselves out with the towels and walked back to the car. Inbar Palmor, PCC- Psychoanalytic Center of California The morning started with heavy rain - I said to myself as long as it’s not too cold, it is absolutely perfect, rain spontaneous, and unexpected like this calls for a celebration. We had been sleeping over at my beloved friend’s home, so much comfort familiarity and warmth.
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