Yesterday, my friend told me about her cousins who lived in Chile. Given the dry weather of Chile, they never or rarely had seen rains with their naked eyes. When they came to Singapore (or Indonesia) and saw rain for the first time in a long time, they couldn’t help but cry.
When one sees one particular thing so many times, he or she usually take this thing for granted. One may see rain as a nuisance, but others may see it as a miracle.