After school one evening in the rainy season, under the acacia tree.
One evening in the rainy season, after school, some of the provincial children did not rush home, some sat under the trees, some chased football kicks in the middle of the open field, laughter inserted in the damp air floating with a new smell of soil after the rain.
The charm of the rainy season is not only the overcast clouds that lie far away, but the smell of soil when the first drop of rain hits the ground. The smell is inexplicable, it silences the heart and unknowingly takes us back to our childhood.
Although the rain had not yet reached where we were standing, just seeing a curtain of rain forming in the distance was enough to clear up the old memories again.
Ghi GPT.







































































