A woman recalls a rainy day from her childhood when her mother was inspired to write a poem. Thirty years later, the woman has not seen her mother and feels like an outcast from her family. She finds solace only when it rains and the memories of her childhood are triggered.

1. Dona Doida Adèle Prado Once when I was a girl, rained grosso with Lightning and flares, exactly as rain now. When Open Windows, the pools tremiam with the latest balls. My mother, as who knows what is going to write a poem, decided inspired by: chayote novinho, angu, egg sauce. I search the chuchus and I am turning, thirty years later. I have not seen my mother. The woman which I opened the door, Tirso dona so old, with sombrinha the child shows and thighs. My children repudiaram me ashamed My husband became sad until death, I was doida in the trail. Only do I upgrade When the rains.