Rain on the windowpane

I was on a taxi yesterday, looking at the rain beating down on the side window, when a wave of nostalgia suddenly hit me.

I rem when i was just came here and one of the first few things that struck me was- why don't anybody roll down their windows? It was always up with the aircon blasting away. Sure it was comfortable but it lacked tt sth.

And it's sth i realise i miss-the wind blowing into the car,be it warm or cool and the hair being whipped back, it's a symbol of freedom.