Valentino had a yellow umbrella. It was a gift from his grandfather.

He had given it to him when he was still a small child. At the first drizzle, Valentino took it in his hands and went out to the yard. "It smells like rain," said the grandfather. Valentino opened the umbrella with his help. Tap, tap, tap sounded the drops on the fabric.

A tender story about the cycle of life, about the generations that succeed one another, about the different roles that time "assigns" us in the relationships we live and relive, from a different place each time...