Through the screen window, the leaves of the sycamore tree are constantly waving. When I was a child, I wondered why the leaves of the sycamore tree I saw would turn to a whiter color than usual when the wind and rain came. Maybe it was related to the sky and I was too lazy to study it.

The rain is not very big or urgent, so it's released so easily that there's no pressure at all. Not far from the eaves of the window is a simple shed built with asbestos tiles. Rain drips quietly along the grooves of asbestos tiles. Through the window, the air is wet, and...