~' One evening when It was raining cats and dogs, I peeked out of the window of my room, I saw a kid running around in the man garden. He wore a thin fabric that had been drenched in the rain, it was sticking to his body revealing his malnourished build. He splashed the water around and joyously cackled. I had a repulsive look on my face because just the thought of rain falling into my hair would scare the life out of me let alone how disgraceful I would look in the eyes of my family and all the nobility. Thus I shrugged my shoulders and closed the curtains to let my view of him be disrupted. I sat back in my comfy warm chair and started to complete my drawing of the maple tree in our courtyard.