We wander through the old town of Palma, and the rain has not stopped. It falls softly, endlessly, turning every street into a fragile mirror of light and memory. The lamps glow like fading stars, their reflections trembling in the puddles, and the sound of the rain is the only voice the city needs tonight. Everything feels slower, quieter, almost sacred. The cafés are warm but distant, and the people passing by seem like shadows moving through a dream. The beauty of Palma in the rain is not lou