I have always liked the rain. 

The smell of wet earth, or petricor, generates automatic happiness and the feeling that everything is going to be fine. That’s why, when so much time goes by without rain, as is happening more and more in Valencia, sadness catches up with me. I feel empty and dry. I look at the trees and plants with concern. And then I think well, we will adapt, as we have always done. But I miss the rain.