Under the Bernese rain

The sound of thunder permeated the dawn breeze and crept into her hut between the dense trees and past the window of her small, simple room. She chose this hut carefully. She was not interested in luxury or opulence. Rather, she wished for a warm place that she would love and that would love her. At the beginning of every year, Elif would wander around the countryside to hear an answer to her question. From the village people