Sometimes people cry silently so that no one hears it, does not know. Like the rain that falls in the middle of the night without waking anyone. Nobody knows. When you wake up in the morning and open your window, you can see from the sweet cold breeze and the smell that it is raining. With that breeze you will get while reading this book, you will say; "In the heart of a man who has rained Elif"
Missing you if there was time like prayers ... We will miss our ablution from lying to rainy Istanbul nights like a man ... You weren't there at that time, I liked the rain the most in my childhood ... Whenever there was a problem, it rains, listens, touches me I would smell that smell that came out of the ground ... My fire would go out .. Then I grew up .. I saw your eyes, I burned, it rained, and it didn't go out for the first time ...
