It is 6:30 AM here in the morning, it is raining heavily and there is no sign of the sun yet. There is something about the rain that always conjures old memories. With the sound of the rain on the ground, the dark clouds looming over the sky, the booming thunder, lightning in the background and darkness all around it appears as though the stage is set to slow down, reflect and evoke old memories.   On the other hand, scorching summer days or piercing winter days are days for perpetual complaints, wishing it were 10 degree hotter or cooler…